Entropy Requires No Maintenance.

Live version of my favorite Damien Jurado song.

Looking foward to hearing more of this guy . . .

From the files of "A Little Advice from Your Ol' Auntie Kat:"

I work at a community behavioral health agency, one that provides alcohol and drug services as well as mental health services. Until the beginning of this month, we had an inpatient detox unit. State budget cuts forced us to close this unit, and now we do outpatient opiate detox. When folks were inpatient, we used a drug called buprenorphine. When folks completed detox, they were sent with a RX for Suboxone, a non-addictive, non-high inducing supplement. Suboxone is sold on the street, but not to get you high. It's what folks buy when the dope boy is dry so they don't get sick. Subutex (the brand name for buprenorphine) is a straight up DRUG. Thirty years ago it was patented for pain management, and the standard dose was .3 mg intramuscular. I might have the specifics wrong, but it was a miniscule dosage. Buprenorphine, in both subutex and suboxone, as prescribed today is a sublingual pill. It disolves under the tongue and is never injected in the body.

Everyone is probably at the "so what" point right now. But here's what you need to tell everyone you know. Most opiate addicts don't brag about it, and you never know whose life you might save.
Subutex is about to go generic. It will be sold at pharmacies for about two dollars a pill. MOST doctors do not prescribe the unadultered version (suboxone comes with 2mg of nalexone mixed in, which is an opiate blocker - which is why it doesn't get you high, and it keeps you from getting high off other shit). Most doctors. Pregnant women get subutex because they can't have the nalexone additive. There are, however, a lot of shady docs out there. But even doctors who are normally responsible and caring, they might prescribe subutex now because the generic will be five to ten dollars cheaper than suboxone - and subutex is probably about to hit the streets bigger than shit. It comes in 8 mg tablets.

8 mg. 8. .3 mg was the treatment dosage for pain. Addicts are going to buy these pills, liquify them, shoot them, and they will die. Probably instantly. I am not saying this as a judgement - it's what we addicts do. At some base level we are all addicts and we all have a drug of choice, tangible or not, and we are all looking for a better, cheaper high. But no one is educated on this, and folks who don't know any better are going to do what they always do. I never like to play the "Prophet of Doom" role, but this could be a serious plague. So maybe spread the word, eh?

Watched "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" for the 267th time last night, so I'll be throwing those quotes around for the next couple weeks.

I haven't posted in forever! I promise you that I do check in a few times a week and read through your posts - I am creepy lurker girl like that.

Here is the Cliff's Notes version of what I've been up to:
Bowling every Tuesday (hell yeah), loving "Glee," making a BAD ASS costume for Lilly for Hallowe'en (she's going to be Boba Fett and we are converting her wagon into the Slave I. Seriously.), cooking, baking, knitting, pumpkin carving this weekend, loving "Dexter," taking care of Betty (the kitty) and working on discpline with The Peej, my detox unit closed but I got to keep a job, reading comics, watching lots of horror movies . . . that's about the just of it, I suppose. OH. And last weekend we went to . . . .




The The Mansfield Prison Haunted House. It was super fun - the haunted house itself was pretty fun - not amazing, but what made it awesome was the trip and the company. That building is absolutely amazing. They host ghost tours every year. 2009 is full but we might be getting a group together to go next year. I'm excited!

I tried to look like an extra from "Mad Men" for work today. Not as a costume or anything, just because I like that style. I got curves, you see. Bigguns. I shall try to make them work to my advantage. If I am feeling saucy (read: skinny) later I'll take a pic. :)

I work 10-6 now, and while I really like sleeping in until 8, being here until 6 is still at the "sucking" stage.

This song was not played Monday night, but has been stuck in my head ever since anyway.

STILL stuck on this song. God this song is amazing.

Frost on the ground this morning. Yay!

I have a weight problem and a vagina, so I'm sure the answer to this question is obvious. But I'll say it anyway.

HELL YES IT WOULD.

My food groups would change as such:
Salty Bread
Sweet Bread
Hot Fudge
Milk Chocolate
Steak

And I would have at least three servings of each in every meal. And my meals would be Hobbit-esque. Snacks would consist of fries from Wendy's or chili cheese tater tots from Sonic. Aw, hell. Forget the "or," it would probably be "and."

I haven't named the kitty yet. Gale gave her to me last Friday and I still don't have a name. Halp?

Some details; she was a free kitty, given to me because my friend was unable to have a third pet at her apartment complex. She has a raspy little meow, and sometimes just moves her mouth like she is mewing and no sound comes out. She LOVES Pearl. She likes to pounce. She poops a lot. A lot. I've seriously considered naming her "Shit Machine." I have no idea how old she is. I just know she's wee.


I have to testify against a murderer tomorrow. I am scared shitless.

Is the new mobile lj down? I could not load it on opera mini. Hm. And also, I can't figure out how to start a new paragraph. I can't sleep. I was so tired before I came to bed, and now ZING! Wide awake. I refuse to give up and get out of bed, though. Instead I am laying here listening to music by John Zorn and Mike Patton. No fake! OK, I'm going to mobile surf until I nod out. Later, taters.

I'ma build a website. From scratch. Wish me luck!

Things that make me happy on a Tuesday morning:

59 cent polar pop a la Circle K. Breakfast of champions, friends.
Donovan.
Photobomb.
Making insurance calls instead of answering the crisis line.
Honeybuns
Making insurance calls to Boston and hearing that awesome accent.

A friend loaned me a Damien Jurado cd. Holy shit, it's amazing. I don't think I can listen to it here at work, though, because it kind of sucks your soul. In a really beautiful way, though. :-)

1. What is your morning routine?
Light a cigarette, start the coffee, take out the dog, pour the coffee so it cools while I'm in the shower, shower, primp (makeup, hair), work.
2. What is your nightly routine?
Sometimes a tubby and tunes, unprimp (wash, tone, mosturize the face), brush the teeth, sometimes comics, bed.
3. Do you like to listen to the radio when you sleep or have it quiet?
I prefer a little noise. I either plug the ipod into a speaker or pop in a movie.
4. What do you like to sleep in?
My favorite is a plain white cotton nightgown from Sarah Jessica Parker's Steve and Barry's line. I call it my "Little House on the Prairie" nightie. Sadly, they are no longer in business so I doubt I will ever find another like it.
5. What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
Mostly how many hours lay ahead of me at the loony bin. But not always. :-)

Like the fish.

Oh my god. I have not seen rain like this in a couple years. It's brilliant. Save for the fact that I am sitting at my desk with soaked pant legs, instead of at home under covers comforting a scared Peej. I am listening to the "Wizard of Oz" soundtrack because the sky is that lovely shade of yellow that gives the impression of a town to soon disappear in a devil wind. Always a lovely sight here in Xenia, Ohio. Argh! And to boot I have a copy of "The Triplets of Bellville" sitting on my coffee table at home. I have yet to see it, but I imagine it to be a great stormy day movie. DAMN.

Speaking of the Wizard, I saw some amazing paintings by an artist named Paul Richmond on exhibit at the fine arts building at the state fair. My favorite, for obvious reasons if you know me at all, is "The Dollypop Guild." I encourage a google.

My days at work are not flying by any more. It takes an eternity to get to the weekend now. I'm not trying to be dramatic, there. It just does. It's a shame that now it's a dredgery to get through five days to enjoy two. Why can't we have both? I'm in the wrong line of work. Heh - turkey legs were going for seven bucks at the fair, and a large iced tea was four. I'm definitely in the wrong line of work.

Has anyone with an ipod found a solution to the issue of the ipod randomly rearranging tracks after a synch? Pet peeve. I can't stand for an album to be out of order, as I am one of those pretentious people that thinks track order is important to the theme of the record. :P Also, for recordings from things like "The Wizard of Oz" and "Hairspray," listening to the songs out of order is really effing annoying. Any suggestions would be helpful - btw, I've already tried removing them from the ipod and resynching, as well as renumbering the tracks on the ipod from itunes. No luck.

P.S. "WHO RANG THAT BELL?!!?!?!?!?!!??"

My hair is red again. I couldn't do it. I'm just not the "natural look" kinda girl. I don't think I ever will be, and darnit . . . I'm OK with that. Red with kooky bleached strips. My goal was for my hair to look like a sunset. We'll see.

But my true purpose for this post is thus: My elementary school bus driver just added me on Facebook. My freaking BUS DRIVER.

I've had a pretty productive week. Moderately. I should be doing some data entry right now - I have a month's worth to get taken care of before Monday, don't see that happening - but I've been feeling creative again. I made a bunch of little magnets from clippings from old EW, and today I bought a comics preview magazine to cut up and I'm going to try to make coasters. I bought the magazine because I don't think I could cut up comics, even the ones from the quarter bin. Just don't think I can do it. I really wish I had a printer because then I would just go to town. Hmmm . . . Wally's has one for 50 bucks. Maybe I should invest.

I ran to an Asian grocery in Fairborn today with the hope of finding some bento boxes (no such luck) but ended up with a Mandoline slicer, which I have been wanting forever. I'm going to try to make beet chips, I think. I really should invest in a silpat first, but that's something else I can't find around here. And damn I hate to pay shipping charges! I'm so cheap.

I think I'm going to the State Fair tomorrow. I'm debating on taking one of my freakshow books because the last time I was there the sideshow was run by none other than legendary promoter Ward Hall, and I would love to have his autograph. Maybe even a picture with him. That would be awesome. I daydream that one day Priscilla the Monkey Girl will come out of retirement to make one last tour with Ward Hall's show. Man I would love to meet her.

Teehee - I just picked my mood and the pic that came up . . . *snickers* . . . that's what I always think of when I see Lilly eat. In between bites, she'll stare at you, then pop her mouth open just like Alex did. Cracks me up. She said "momma," by the way! She's said that and now she waves and says "bye-bye." Craziness, man. I'm really excited for her to talk because I'm really interested in what she'll have to say. And I am absolutely not being facetious when I say that.

OH MY GOD I want to watch "Freaks" now. I so wish Best Buy were open 24 hours. Sigh.

Wow - I just read that the original actors from "Futurama" finally signed a contract. I read earlier this week that the revival of the show would have different voices due to contractual disputes. Eff that. Would you have even watched that? I honestly don't know if I would.

SWEET. Seth Rogen SNL repeat. Hm. It's the newer one. Did they do a twins skit on that one?

Testing the new mobile livejournal. I think I will be updating much more often now!

Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

I was a'huntin' on the lolinternets looking for information about Johnny Moorehouse. His is a very famous grave at the Woodlawn Cemetery, where I happened to take a walk yesterday. I was told that his story was this: A young boy fell through ice in the winter and his faithful companion went in after to save him. Neither survived. But so honored was this dog for his sacrifice that he is buried next to his best friend, Johnny. I can't find anything that verifies that story, but I think I stumbled upon the strangest internet phenomena . . . virtual cemeteries.

I mean . . . it's kinda cool. I am intrigued. However, it would appear that users just randomly tour the site and post "RIP's" on any grave they stumbleupon. They are bereavment whores. How strange is that? It almost seems like Marla's support group visits. Strangely morbid and intrusive. But yet . . . I can't stop looking . . .

It is 10:30 and I should be heading to bed. But no. I have to start a project. I could have sworn that I had made a list (or at least the start of one) of shows that I have attended. Like, bands. Unless I have been tag-slacky (which I already know I have), no such list exists. And for some dumbass reason I have to do it right now.

Please keep in mind this is my memory we are trying to access, and the tunnels have become pretty eroded over the years, if'n you know what I mean. So by all means, ( check frequently for updates! )