In Which We Withdraw. And Cookies

I take the pain medicine Opana every day for my fucked up back. Last week, after a farcical chain of events, I was unable to fill my prescription and wound up going into withdrawal, which made me become really uncomfortable and increasingly erratic and irascible beyond belief and really really irritable and I may have killed a hitchhiker in Reno.

Okay so I did not kill a hitchhiker, or anybody else to the best of my recollection, nor did I tell the pissy little queen seated next to me at Peets to fuck off, although, man, did I want to. Anyway it was a miserably difficult week, but I finally straightened out my pharmaceutical nightmare and it’s over. Also part of my efforts at distracting myself included baking some seriously delicious peanut butter cookies flavored with almond syrup, so, you know, silver linings.

I’m really glad I didn’t kill any hitchhiker.

herewith, some naked guys who could have been very helpful in the whole distracting-me-from-my-misery thing:

Really odd PhotoShopping, but charming nevertheless.

My goodness, what a fabulous view.

The charm of well-aged beef.

For all my Chaturbate chums.

Like every cat ever known, in or out, buddy, in or out.

Whatever he wants, I’m pretty sure he gets.

Isn’t it romantical?

Seems like that would really increase wind resistance.

The always charming Garic Soldatov.