Depressia [part 2]

So how long has it been, my grim readers? Agh, who cares. The only thing that matters right now is the evacuation order I received yesterday. Who knew money could buy you out of your own apartment? Anyway, that's not the only good news I've received this week. Turns out I won a contest. And this is the part when you all eyeball me like I just confirmed my insanity on paper. Well, let's see... what could I possibly do with a free bikini wax and french-pedicure? Die unhappy, that is. So stop nagging me like some squeamish old hag.

Oh, almost forgot. I changed my brand of cigarettes. Now I'm on some cheap crap even my cat hates. Gotta pay the rent somehow. Sigh. Seriously, winding up like my best friend the homeless guy (gay guy, that is) isn't top on my priority list. Actually, it's right next to the bikini wax. Maybe I'll make that a donation for some poor brainless blonde. Tempting, freakishly tempting.
So, during my last hangover (which is still in progress) I came up with the most wicked idea while staring at my one-eared cat - one thing though, I can't seem to remember a fucking thing now. Oh, well.