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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|02:58 am] |
I've been involved in incidents involving weapons, guns included. I have never seen anything like this before.
Tonite was my name night at Pour House. We had a great time all night long. Dancing, free booze, surprise Alaina sightings, as well as PS Officers LaFountaine and Kenney, it was just lovely. Until the bar closed at 2. Because we filed out, as per usual, and I saw two guys fighting. Then I saw one of them pull out a gun, I heard three shots.
One missed.
One hit the other person who was fighting.
One hit the girl standing next to me.
And PS saved our lives.
I'm freaking out. I don't know how to make sense of all this. I don't know what to do. I wish, god I wish, that I knew anything. I wish I had gotten a better look at the guy with the gun.
As soon as I realized what was happening, I ran back inside with Christina, but we didn't know where Christian or Alex were. I was so scared. LaFountaine saw us and got us far away and in a cab so fast. Thank goodness. PS saved our lives tonite.
Now what?
I hope that girl is okay. The last I saw of her were her feet, as someone was dragging her away. I hope the other guy is okay. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think. I never thought I would be involved in this.
Now what? |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
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Also, did a little revamping around here. It's been ages since I've change this place around. Hope you enjoy! |
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| Pour House |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
Tomorrow night is finally my name night at the Pour House in Hartford. This means that after 8pm I get to drink for free, just for being named Erica. I asked them if I could bring Alyssa as my DD because she's only 3 days shy of 21. They said they can't let her in, unfortunately (which is totally fine, I didn't expect them to say yes but I figured it was worth asking), but they will pay for my cab home.
Best customer service ever. |
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| New hairs |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|04:53 am] |
New Hairs. It's much louder in person than it is in this picture. |
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| day 4. |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|01:32 pm] |
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Day three was a success. Now I'm staring day 4 directly in the face. |
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| Recovery |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
In case you have missed it in previous entries, I have a fairly severe case of trichotillomania. I have had it since I was 8 years old. It is awful. I never, ever talk about it. It's the reason I never go to the hair dresser and the reason I like to have my head covered. Most people who have this disorder are embarrassed and unwilling to get help. I'm one of those people. How do you explain to the doctor that you pull out your hair on a daily basis and can't stop? How do I explain to my mother that I can't control my own hands? Well, for me, I didn't. And I don't ever plan to.
But I have been coming to terms with this for the past few years. Beginning to accept it as part of my life right now, but not as a fixture. 13 years is more than half of my life. More than half of my life that I have spent hiding a dirty secret from my friends and family. It gets mentioned here every once in a while, but that's about it. I've done countless hours of research throughout my teenage years and to now and have come up empty handed with a quick-fix solution. There are no pills that 'fix' this because not only to many medical professionals not even consider it an illness, many of the ones who do consider it a mental illness. That's not what it is and that's not how I want to be treated by doctors.
So as of Tuesday night, I have decided to take this into my own hands (no pun intended). I have decided that enough is enough and it's time for this to end. It's time for me to start living my life without having to worry about what to do with my hair or how to cover the patchy spots, without the anxiety of going out in public or dressing up and wondering what other people are thinking or saying. It's time to stop crying and allowing the feeling of failure and weakness to sink in. I am tired of covering up.
It's not going to be easy. But here and now, I am 2 days pull-free. Yeah, it's not a whole lot, but you know what, it's the longest I've gone since I was 8 years old. And every recovery has to start somewhere. So this is the beginning of my recovery. Let's keep our fingers crossed. |
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| ugh. |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|11:31 am] |
Sometimes I want to blow this place to bits.
Not really. I'm just incredibly frustrated right now. I still haven't been reimbursed for the $300 I spent out of pocket to pay the bands at the 10.17 show. I requested the money 2 weeks before the event. So I've been waiting for THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS for a month now. I just don't understand what the problem is.
I went to HR just now to find out. They said I had to fill out an I9 in order to receive payroll. I'm not on payroll. I don't want a paycheck. I want an expense check. This is nonsense. I hate making things difficult for people because I know how much it sucks to have to deal with a disgruntled customer, but for fucks sake just cut me the damn check! |
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