Hello, this is a reblog/journal/response account for Danteo. I am a massive bitch. In volume of body mass and egotism. I'm actually a pretty nice person overall, I think? But I get my head up my ass a lot and can be very stubborn and seem like I'm trying insult people when I'm really not... But then again, maybe that's just how I imagine myself as coming off as.
I live in the Bay Area of California. I like to eat food and complain a lot, talk about social issues, laugh at really stupid things and get my ruff up over insipid stuff.
I used to take Ambien for sleepytime problems (a 3 month shift that rotates between day and night is rough on the ol’ circadian rhythm). I was determined not to get addicted to the drug, so I took it in the smallest recommended dose by splitting the pills in half. Upside, one bottle of 30 lasted me for nearly 2 years. Downside, the low dosage didn’t knock me out like Ambien is meant to. The result? Being awake, when you clearly are not equipped to be.
Here are some things I said while being visited by the Ambien Walrus, courtesy of someone who actually keeps chat logs. For. Posterity(???)