Your tax dollars at work: DHS flamewarriors on the job

Sometimes the IP logging feature on LJ is a beautiful thing, especially when Homeland Security employees think they're being all badass by flaming you for your political views from work.

Back to work, you. I pay you to beat up Mexicans and lose the city of New Orleans, not click around on the internet like a bunch of Kansas City faggots.

B Ø N K

Going from a half dose of two antidepressants to no dose of any antidepressant is a ride. And by "ride" I mean "rusty Tilt-A-Swing-A-Clank-A-Whirl operated by carnies at the County Fair."

I woke up at 3:30 pm today feeling hung over. The day went slowly for three hours while caffeine and my last remaining head pill (Adderall) took effect and I got some minor stuff done and dorked. I showered, felt better, and needed to go for groceries; my brother was arriving for a visit for a few days and a full larder was a necessity.

Then I went to Trader Joes to get food. As I was checking out my stuff I got the sweats, blurry vision, stomach upset, headache, and total exhaustion. It was like a sugar low plus jet lag plus the flu, all at once.

I made it home, stuffed the freezer and fridge things in their place, and told my brother and mom that there was easy food there for them to eat. I then drank a liter of Orangina and ate some yogurt and collapsed.

There's a Dead Man's Party in my hippocampus and you're all invited!

Why we fight?

Shot at 19th & Newport in Costa Mesa, CA today. Shiny clean trucks without anything in the bed, and big V-8s.

YOU'RE ON NOTICE

I like this webtoy.