Getting off the Lexapro feels like that moment when the plane regains smooth air after turbulence. Fucking drugs. If I wanted to pour poison into my veins, I would've bought some bleach and saved myself a fortune.
Adam's been kick-ass this whole time, of course. I'm working overtime to make that dude the cabana boy of both our dreams.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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