Alison

So, last night I get a phone call, or rather four phone calls in a row before I finally picked up --

My really good friend was at the ER with another one of our friends because the kid had taken like, 6 or 7 tabs of acid and went up to his roof and jumped off. Needless to say, the guy is not in the greatest shape. He'll live alright, but he is going to hurt for the next few months.

I just had to shake my head and sigh because as concerned as I am for him, I just want to punch him in the testicles for being such an asshat, and he could have hurt himself or someone else. Like, I don't have a problem per se with drugs, just that people do stupid things when they don't plan it out before taking said drugs.

Nontheless, time for me to get ready for work. Whoooppeeeee!

So tired, you guys.

I've been working my little[well, that depends on who you ask but regardless] butt off this last week. Looking forward to traveling to NY to visit my "crew," and have some good times. Blow off some steam and enjoy life a little bit.

On the flip side, lots of work coming up soon. Have to travel to Florida for Fetishcon [My first ever] and I'm kind of nervous. There's a lot of big fish there and I'll just be another face in the crowd. Or will I?

Brief, I know but I must go. Bed time. <3