addiction medicine specialist

when i was in seventh and eighth grade, i would listen to adam and dr.drew basically every night on this jank little walkman i had. my parents would tell me to go to bed, and from 10 to 12 i would lie in the dark with my headphones on, burying my head in my pillow to stifle my giddy, guilty laughter. part of the appeal was that the show was really dirty and i knew my mom would be mad at me if i was staying up late listening to it. it would usually put me to sleep in 30, maybe 40 minutes. adam's voice is the weirdest lullaby ever.
as shitty as things were, i always had loveline to look forward to. and i mean, it was seventh grade. thing were shitty. not only did i have this terrible case of the pubescent blues, but my family was as fucked up as it had ever been (and as fucked up as i thought it was going to get. i totally believed that.) and nights in my house were fucked up and rough as sandpaper with glass shards and sharks teeth glued on it. loveline was really comforting, like my grandma rubbing my back or my dog coming up all concerned whenever i cried really loudly.
it's weird how i found it again right as things started falling apart. i have the hardest fucking time getting to sleep all the time- thank THE FUCKING LORD for loveline archives online. fuck that striker guy.
this is adam carolla and dr.drew.




things that never stop being weird: having a sex dream about someone and then seeing them the next day.

my only goal for the future is to find someone who speaks the same fucking language as i do. foreign is an emotion.