I can't get enough of this shit kids:
The little girl in the middle/front of the room is awesome, and the little boy in the front is all over that shit. I love it.
I saw that shit on Ellen today, and had to go look for it. Have I mentioned that I love Ellen? She cracks my shit up. As long as I'm not asleep when it comes on at 3, I make sure I watch that shit. What cracks me up even more than Ellen's general hilariousnessicity, is all those suburban housewives in her audience. And when she dances around the audience, they all want a piece of her. It astounds me.
Tomorrow's chemo #5. I can't wait to be done with this shit. I begin to realize why people choose not to do this shit again when faced with that mother-fucker cancer at a later stage in life. If it weren't for that little bitch drug Neulasta, this shit would be so much easier. When my white counts were nice and low, my joints didn't hurt, my bones didn't ache. I didn't spend 5 hours of my day in the fucking bath tub trying to soak the ache out of my body that returns as soon as I get out again. My precious Percocet used to work on my fuckin pains, where instead I find myself laying upon my bed with my pain pegged out at a firm 10 on the "Rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10" chart. And that shit goes on for days. All I can say to it all is Fuck this. I'm so tired of this shit. So so tired. 4 more, that's what I keep telling myself, but it's so hard. I hate the feeling of the needle first going into my port. I hate the chemicals the pump thru the IV to flush my port. I hate the taste of those chemicals in the back of my throat as it rushes thru my system. I hate the harsh chemical smell of my pee for 2 says after my chemo. I hate that the chemicals ravage my insides and cause me to be wonderfully ill Wednesday and Thursday of chemo week. Fuck this shit. I want to quit playing and go home. Home doesnt poke me with needles and make me look at my blood. I'm not a fan of blood. Or needles.
Anyho, I've got to get to bed. My ride picks me up at 6 45 tomorrow morning. I just hope it's not too terribly akward. She's some chick from work I've talked to maybe twice... While I appreciate her giving me a ride, I think I'd rather drive myself. But my doctor and my BigBoss have conferred, and decided I'm not to drive myself anymore. Whatev. Fuckers. Everyone's a fucker. Fuck em all.
6 comments:
All I can say is Fuck
I fell for you Kay, being turned into a receptacle for chemicals does not sound like fun
FTW!!! right there with you. what else has been happening? i'll be back.
stone fell for you. awe. that's so cute. you guys can be bald together.
i loooove Ellen. She is the top celebrity I want to be friends with. If I was in her audience I'd throw her down, rip her pants off and go down on her right there.
those little kids can move! holy crap! now i can't stop watching it. i am blown away. now i know who stole my groove.
thinking of you kay. 4 more to go. You can do it! maybe pass along your cell phone number to me and i can relentlessly text you meaningless crap that might take your mind off of your pain. i'd be honored.
oh, and swing by my blog and enter my contest.
damn spelling errors, but Kay fell for me a long time ago, th e strong hands and the rugged good looks you know
where's my hair?
All-I totally fell for Stone forever ago. The man's a masseur. Enough said.
Holls-Mucho love right back at ya.
Cher-Sometimes you make me wonder chica... But, I love you mucho, so your craziness can be overlooked. I think Ellen's partner might have a problem with your little plan.
Sushi-I'm just whining. I think strictly speaking chemo, not fibro, the first one was the worst. The chemicalness is just something I need to man-up about and get over.
Tina-I will think of something totally awesome to win Cher's contest. Just you wait...
Cher-Sitting in a box on my kitchen counter, waiting for me to get off my ass and send it.
Inner Voices-Fuck the world before the world fucks you.
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