I HAVE TWO LOVELY Morrisons own sweet chili chicken pizzas defrosting in my bag as I speak...AS y'all probably know I do adore Chinese food... with the EXCEPTION of yukky sweet and sour (I mean, how can anyone like THAT?) ~ also pancake rolls I'm not into at all. I.e. the two most popularly ordered things on the British-Chinese menu. Nasty business, all of it.
Anyway so I tried these pizzas from Iceland. Really nice. Now I got Morrisons own. 2 for £2.50. Good value for Britain. Yeah I bet you can get the same for $2.50 in the great US or A but Britain is crap.
I don't know what I was going to say... except, well I'm trying to get a handle on this detoxy-clean thing.
I have heroin in a drawer at home. So I'm trying to avoid going there at the mo. It's 10:28pm, so I cannot avoid much longer. The pizza will go in. Food+heroin= a really good combination so I will reinforce the addiction all over. Somehow heroin x10-ifies the savour of all good eats. I don't know why. When my addiction was at its peak I remember banging up in front of the fridge, then tearing open cold roast chicken legs like a druggie Conan the Barbarian. Oh what a glamorous life I led!
What really puzzles me the most re the depression I complain about so constantly is how I manage to be in the addictional sitation I'm in and sporadically NOT feel like death. That is the real quizzation of the moment.
Then the despair comes flooding back and I'm back at home, wallowing like a swine in the sewer... My life must be mopped up first, like spilled up petroleum... THEN this misery will have no fuel left to feed on... that make sense?
Thanks for all the comments everyone. Thank you Molson. I don't know whether I want an American Akita now or a Japanese Shiba or a Norwegian Elkhound. They all look furry and wolfy and cute.
But shibas are really tiny and roborovskilike and yappy!!
Oh no, even more doggie selection. I see y'all realize the type of hound I like now. I.e. a wild wolf that's furry and tamed. I DID read all the comments yesterday and the day before, thank you everyone. I'm no good at replying when constantly about to be timed out, which is happening all the time in these nasty internet shops that won't even sell a 2-hour account, let alone 10 hrs for £5, which is the going rate. Really for £5 you should get 15... Anyway...
The Norwegian Elkhound, thank you Syd. As a puppy:
Fully grown. If I'm going to be fussy, these encompass the colours I like most, namely pure white or brindly-grey:
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Hey! I adore "yukky sweet and sour."
The best dogs I have ever had were muts--no identifable breeds.
I just pulled out of a rather deep depression, the kind that results in feeling exhausted and uninspired without having any really negative thoughts. I pray that I stay out of it for a while...maybe forever.
Empty the drawer! Seriously Gleds! Sorry rushing today but just wanted to drop by and say G'day and keep your chin up and eat your veg! And stay off the smack, add some flavour!
Gledds,
Wish I lived close to you so we could just get together and hang out. I get depressed sometimes, too, and I tend to self-medicate with wine. I can relate to your feelings.
My pets really do help me to feel less depressed. Caring for them also gives me a purpose.
I really care about you, so hang in there.
You are loved,
SB
Gleds, just take the H and dump it out. Get rid of it. I hope that you will do that. Everything will taste and seem better when you see it for real and not in a druggy haze.
Those elkhounds are cute!
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