some shit i just don't understand. viz.: your average bus driver; paid cashmoney to be at the public's service, answer questions about public transport and interact reasonably politely with plebs; universally surly, often to the point of assholery.
tech guy Navid: paid to admin the University CSD's bigass new Sun Beowulf, does not have to deal with anyone who doesn't make it to his hermitage of an office. when accosted in the corridor by yours truly, jibbering excitedly about clusters and research institutes, not only does not tell me to fuck off, but gets other tech guy Nikhil to install two machines with the Sun Grid Engine in the public labs expressly for junkieface to play with. i'm just an undergrad. i don't know if it's because i'm president of CS or because i look like a cancer victim, but that was done purely out of Navid being awesome.
i fucking love university.
L
what pill gets you fucked up then makes you throw up?
i don't know, little drug quester. does it start with a 't' and end with a 'ramadol'? (in fact, any opiate will get you fucked up, and any of them will also proceed to make you throw up.)can tramadol fuck you up
can tramadol mess you up good
can you get fucked up on ultracet [...]
too tired to be snide: yes.kap ake
you've got yourself a Kupkake, boy. don't take that sucker during the daytime. actually, scratch that - take it with a shot of Jack, why don'tcha. go ahead.getting fucked up on tramadol
taking tramadol to get fucked up [...]
two options: take the whole box, or take some of them with your favourite liqueur. you can even open 'em up and pour 'em in there. it's disgusting and you're gonna hurt yourself.lepht
w3dyt
sapiens anonym
me, my Creepy Ex With A Permanent Bad Hair Day who wears women's clothes, and my dusty, lonely blog. any questions?tramadol make you throw up?
yeah, tramadol make you throw up, you illiterate moron. get some Motilium from a pharmacy.2 tramadols get you messed up
tramadol 50mg fuckyou up
HA HA HA no.how many 50mg tramdol to get messed up
lots. or maybe a few. use the scientific method, young knowledge-seeker.anonym for synergy
i sure as shit am. i love synergy. implant synergy, people synergy, drug synergy...tea fucks you up
tea fucks you up. tea fucks you up. tea. fucks you up. wow, i thought i'd seen every kind of retard there was. i stand corrected. yeah, stay away from that shit, it's the reason our teeth are like this over here.
your bitchy junkie friend
L
that's right, it's that time of the week again.
how much to get high from norflex?
how many milligrams of tramadol would it take to fuck me up
how much tramadol would it take to fuck me up
look, it's different for every person. if you've never taken it before, maybe two or three of them will fuck you up; if you've got a morphine problem, you could neck the box and it wouldn't touch you. you're gonna have to find out for yourself.
tramadol messes you up
fucked up on tramadol
getting fucked up on tramadol
just take it, guys. one at a time until you're adequately fucked up; beware the slower kick-in, cause it might make you think you've gotta take more than you do; have something on hand to throw up into if you've not taken it before. the end.
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yep.
will tramadol hcl 50mg fuck you up
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no, no and you can't.
kap ake
that's a Kupkake, a 30mg codeine / 500mg paracetamol pill. it's a nice little thing when you're in pain, cept i need about five of them and they will probably make you hurl.
lepht
that's me.
tramadol weekly
that's this.
w3dyt
that's my arrogant ex, a man of calibre who beats his partners and takes it up the arse with a rubber cock.
norflex make you tired
that it will. you can't really counteract it with any legal stimulants, either, and it's not safe to do it with speed.
tramadol throwing up
just get some proper metaclopramide from your doctor, if you can, or some Motilium from a pharmacy, or some ginger tea if you're shit-fuck broke.
peace, love and Tramadol
L
i have no idea where i got the idea that the Greek letter tau represents the concept of oneness (Dune?) but those two little one-syllable mantras have been revolving around my head all fucking day. this is, obviously, because i am a fuckup whose zen and tau have gone out the fucking window.
i'm trying incredibly hard not to be self-pitying here. i have free meds, on a state healthcare plan (albeit one that makes me wait to see the fucking doctor until the receptionists have gone home and the cleaners are hoovering around my sorry ass, i shit you not) and i've yet to go completely psychotic. plus, they seem to be keeping the acid flashbacks down. but i'm really not having fun with these fuckers. i missed a lot of important shit today. my sense of calm has fucking vanished.
zen, tau, it'll all come back. i'm just kinda fucked until it does.
L
because it only goes wrong, and then you have to write a blog post telling everyone that you're a fuckup. well, i'm a fuckup. i forgot that i used the last of my slicey devices a long time ago, so no test implantation this weekend.
i did solder the control board for the Northpaw together, though, and discovered that my loans have not in fact been paid for this year. hopefully they'll come in a big fucking lump that i can then use to... well, to do more of this stupid shit.
current strands of development of the paw:
- need hot glue gun, test adaptation to the buzzers. transdermal armature is gonna be complex.
- researching dynamos as alternative power source.
- gonna look terrifying, with eight strands of wires going to two boxes (or one box and a dermal incision) mounted on my leg. i think i'll wear shorts for a week to frighten people.
i am a sorry little bald-ass attention whore, aren't i?
L
i'm informed that normals do things like go out and drink. i intend to drink too, if all goes to plan, since i will be test-implanting a plastic-coated cellphone buzzer from the Northpaw kit into my ankle...
so, i'm gonna go get a hot glue gun, cover the buzzer in waterproof goodness, take a scalpel and shove that sucker in there. also i plan to solder the Northpaw's control board electronics together, design experimentation and sepsis permitting.
also i had something of a psycho bastard episode yesterday; i was almost ready for class, having done my usual faffing about in the morning (take pills, paint C symbols on face, try not to go back to bed because Muad-Dib is still dozing and asking for hugs, spike hair, etc.), and i was running a lil late - about to leave, i discovered i'd lost my phones cable (they're fancy Bose ones i got as a gift last year, so the cable separates from the phones themselves.)
dear reader, i freaked the fuck out, cussin' and kickin' stuff and frantically digging through the debris of dead machines and old clothes that forms drifts in my bedroom, and when Muad-Dib (understandably frightened) got out of bed to come hold me still, i burst into tears like the giant medicated pussy i am. i managed to choke out that the music was what i was using in order to not spazz out in public and smack somebody (not that i'd do much damage, having all the muscle strength of a scotch pie) or end up self-harming or whatever. i refused to go to class, both because of the smeary red-eye face-paint look and the fact that i'd been reduced from a rational human being to a bawling pile of jelly.
i spent the day, in fact, going to find a replacement cable, discovering afterward that the original was in my fucking pocket, scaring normals in a coffee shop, missing three fucking lectures and a BCS seminar i desperately wanted to go to, cleaning house in order to not feel like a useless cunt (didn't work), eating purloined Starbucks cheesecake, and shaving my head.
yes, i cope with mental ill-health just as badly as Britney fucking Spears.
ergo i am now utterly bald, and have painted various things in metallic green on my skull for shits and giggles. jesus, people didn't wanna sit next to me before, they're sure as shit not gonna want to now. happy weekend, everyone.
L
i have joined the ranks of bored white Westerners hopped up on happy pills to relieve them of the relentless misery of their grindingly, excruciatingly tedious little lives. this might go horribly wrong. we'll see.
interesting quotes from the patient information:
"Effects when treatment is stopped: Do not stop taking the tablets suddenly."
"Drinking alcohol is not recommended while being treated."
"The following side effects have been reported: ...spontaneous production of breast milk, inability to achieve orgasm, seizures, loss of memory, loss of identity, unusual bleeding..."
wat
in other news, i have recieved my Northpaw and a fresh shipment of solder, and now need to start bioproofing the components. in my own loserish biohacker way, i will probably end up encasing them in hot-gun glue as an initial prototype - that shit is bizarrely resilient to human flesh... need a gun from somewhere though. i'm also gonna have a problem powering the thing. gonna need to dissect a kinetic-powered watch, i think, and steal the little lightweight gyro.
and in other other news, i continue to resist the temptation to ask my pathologically competitive, partner-punching ex W3dyt exactly how his campaign to 'beat' me is going, since i hear enough hilarious third-party criticism of him without any input on my part. in the corridor outside Knowledge Based Systems: "He looks like a girl." "Yeah, but a really ugly girl." much lulz. i look forward to the team project results.
(i also look back with glee on that time i caught my medical bracelet on his chest dermal and ripped the sucker out. in retrospect, that was rather gratifying.)
L
