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symbioidljHeh... So I ordered a couple more shirts that I forgot about until I got the email receipt today. A TEAC reel-to-reel tape player, "Free Winona", and a very nice looking Buddha shirt. Here's what the Buddha shirt description had to say:
--here he is, as seen in a giant stone carving in a temple in Thailand, looking all tranquil. He's like "Look at me, I'm one calm son-of-a-gun. Downright blissful. Serene, even."
That's what we like about him. Nobody ever comes to the door to give you tracts about Buddhism or preaches hellfire and damnation unless you find Buddha or any of that jive. And no one would ever think to do anything as silly as crashing planes in to buildings in the name of Buddha. So that's why we thought he'd look nice on a shirt, as if maybe he'd remind us that we ought not to worry so damn much.
I also ordered these shirts (I thought I posted about it, but I guess not)...
From thinkgeek:
"You are dumb" in binary code( done in an artsy way)
"STFU"(Shut the Fuck Up)
"Caffeine Molecule" (yes, just an image of the caffeine molecule. What I REALLY want is a shirt with psilocybin, LSD, THC and/or DMT on it... And maybe, just maybe, MDMA for the hell of it)
And a Shiva Nataraja shirt. :) (obviously not from thinkgeek)
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So... I had a freak out on Monday at work. 3 times I had to go to the bathroom to get away from the situation. And yes, cry. Each time, I thought I was done, but then one more person gave me something to do, and I just couldn't handle it. Called my ex (therapist, that is :P ) And asked her about the situation on her referral to a specialist(about a different issue from panic attacks), and to find out about meds. She said that I'd have to talk to the insurance people to find out if the referral went through, and then if I get accepted, I'd have to talk to the new guy's psychiatrist and get a medication evaluation. Jeez! I know I don't really want any SSRI's. I think some sort of anti-anxiety med would be best. I'm not really "depressed" per se, more anxious and just a bitch at times. Especially lately, I've been a real bitch to a lot of friends, and I've apologized to some of them.
After I had my freak out, I felt better yesterday, and today, even moreso. But I know I have to call, even though I feel better, because that's the biggest problem people have, is that they feel like shit, and don't have energy or are afraid to seek help, but when they feel better and have the energy or ambition to get it, they feel better, and don't think they need it anymore. I know better for myself. So I'm taking the steps now.
And one final cool-ass fucking thing.
I saw The Mystery Machine. Yes. The Mystery Machine. From Scooby Doo. A van that looked EXACTLY like it. I was soooooo happy to see it. I couldn't believe it. It was amazing. Speaking of Scooby... I saw previews for the movie and Velma is soooo not lesbian enough. She doesn't really even seem at all lesbian to me. That's bullshit.
--here he is, as seen in a giant stone carving in a temple in Thailand, looking all tranquil. He's like "Look at me, I'm one calm son-of-a-gun. Downright blissful. Serene, even."
That's what we like about him. Nobody ever comes to the door to give you tracts about Buddhism or preaches hellfire and damnation unless you find Buddha or any of that jive. And no one would ever think to do anything as silly as crashing planes in to buildings in the name of Buddha. So that's why we thought he'd look nice on a shirt, as if maybe he'd remind us that we ought not to worry so damn much.
I also ordered these shirts (I thought I posted about it, but I guess not)...
From thinkgeek:
"You are dumb" in binary code( done in an artsy way)
"STFU"(Shut the Fuck Up)
"Caffeine Molecule" (yes, just an image of the caffeine molecule. What I REALLY want is a shirt with psilocybin, LSD, THC and/or DMT on it... And maybe, just maybe, MDMA for the hell of it)
And a Shiva Nataraja shirt. :) (obviously not from thinkgeek)
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So... I had a freak out on Monday at work. 3 times I had to go to the bathroom to get away from the situation. And yes, cry. Each time, I thought I was done, but then one more person gave me something to do, and I just couldn't handle it. Called my ex (therapist, that is :P ) And asked her about the situation on her referral to a specialist(about a different issue from panic attacks), and to find out about meds. She said that I'd have to talk to the insurance people to find out if the referral went through, and then if I get accepted, I'd have to talk to the new guy's psychiatrist and get a medication evaluation. Jeez! I know I don't really want any SSRI's. I think some sort of anti-anxiety med would be best. I'm not really "depressed" per se, more anxious and just a bitch at times. Especially lately, I've been a real bitch to a lot of friends, and I've apologized to some of them.
After I had my freak out, I felt better yesterday, and today, even moreso. But I know I have to call, even though I feel better, because that's the biggest problem people have, is that they feel like shit, and don't have energy or are afraid to seek help, but when they feel better and have the energy or ambition to get it, they feel better, and don't think they need it anymore. I know better for myself. So I'm taking the steps now.
And one final cool-ass fucking thing.
I saw The Mystery Machine. Yes. The Mystery Machine. From Scooby Doo. A van that looked EXACTLY like it. I was soooooo happy to see it. I couldn't believe it. It was amazing. Speaking of Scooby... I saw previews for the movie and Velma is soooo not lesbian enough. She doesn't really even seem at all lesbian to me. That's bullshit.
