I've neglected you for far too long, and for that I apologize. I think about you all the time. I scribble little notes to you on the edges of my papers while I'm in class, so that I can come back and talk to you later, and then I forget. I'm sure my Psych professor loves the little memo's though. He cut his shaggy hair, so I'm assuming he read that one. The gotee's still with us though, so perhaps he doesn't read everything...
Anywho, I'm back in Washington. I'm in school. And I miss you. Lolo turned 1 last month! She's still my wee little bastard. I <3 Twitter. I got a Facebook (But I blame Crossbow for that one. It was a deal/dare, and I had to pay up by getting a FB.) I believe I've mentioned before that I <3 this chick, but if you're unclear, you should probably go check her out again. She makes me laugh, therefor you shall love her.
I have an English paper I'm semi writing right now, but it's being a frustrating little thing and won't come out right, so I'm "taking a break." I was actually Googling Strawberry Cupcakes and decided to pop in and tell you all that I <3 you. And cupcakes. And lamp.
Lolo's growling at me in the way that translates to "Bitch, if you don't come play with me, your shoes are going to pay," so I'm going to be a good little human-slave and listen (I have new shoes people. They don't deserve to die.) Plus I have cupcakes to bake. Let's do this again soon shall we?
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
What've you been up to?
So I'm now Twitter's bitch. I text updates ALL the damn time. I love it. Me and Twitter are gettin maaaaaarried...
Had another (and hopefully my last) back procedure done on Tuesday. Didn't swear at my doc nearly as much. I actually tried really hard not to swear at all. They got my IV in on the first stick, totally awesome! The Drugs actually knocked me out, but not before the unholy pain of "checking the nerve endings..." My doc gives me like 6 shots of lidocane, while I'm muttering curses under my breathe the whole time. But they weren't loud ones, so it's ok right? Then they put the grounding pad on my calve and the tech's talking some shit, so I tell the Dr he should smack him. The Dr does not hear me correctly, and says "What? Did you say just smack it?!?!" as he stands at the ass end of me. I quickly correct him, but the tech escapes the pimp slap... Then the needles are inserted at the 4 nerves of shittiness, and the machine is fired up. First nerve I'm muttering under my breathe and Dr hysterical is saying "What's my name?" I say no. Nerve number 2 is up and he says "Come on, say my name..." This guy is a fool but I find him hilarious thru the pain and drugs that will come soon. Nerve number 2 hurts like a little bitch so I say "OMFG!!!" Which the Dr of course hears and gloats to all the nurses and techs that I called him God. As I swear thru the "testing" of nerves 3 and 4 he keeps talking (He must think he distracts from the pain. Not so much Mr Dr guy...) about "God huh? No... I'm not a God... I'm just a Dr..." Fool. Then the nurse pumps the drugs into my sweet one-stick-IV and I think, "Hmmmm, my head's getting fuzzy..." And then I wake up in recovery. Nice.
I celebrated my birthday 6 June and it was fucking insane. Remind me to post on that another day, and I have pictures. Oh it will be awesome.
I got all drugged up Wednesday and ordered a Bamboo Fun Pen Tablet. With overnight shipping of course. My new toy arrived yesterday and it's fucking BOMB! I installed the software that came with it (COREL PAINTER 4 is fucking sweet action), but was able to use the software for like 2 seconds and haven't been able to get back into it since. BUT while I was in it, I made a couple of sweet works of art that I will now share with you fine people. Prepare to be blown away:
First Picture. My buddy Crossbow was riding my ass to send her a picture, and my drugged out brain came up with this.
Second Picture I was hella hungry. It did result in Crossbow bringing me some food though, so I'm good with that.
I could no longer get into my sweet Corel Painter, and turned to MS Paint. Don't hate on my mad skillz yo.
P.S. Fuck Kanser kiddies!
Had another (and hopefully my last) back procedure done on Tuesday. Didn't swear at my doc nearly as much. I actually tried really hard not to swear at all. They got my IV in on the first stick, totally awesome! The Drugs actually knocked me out, but not before the unholy pain of "checking the nerve endings..." My doc gives me like 6 shots of lidocane, while I'm muttering curses under my breathe the whole time. But they weren't loud ones, so it's ok right? Then they put the grounding pad on my calve and the tech's talking some shit, so I tell the Dr he should smack him. The Dr does not hear me correctly, and says "What? Did you say just smack it?!?!" as he stands at the ass end of me. I quickly correct him, but the tech escapes the pimp slap... Then the needles are inserted at the 4 nerves of shittiness, and the machine is fired up. First nerve I'm muttering under my breathe and Dr hysterical is saying "What's my name?" I say no. Nerve number 2 is up and he says "Come on, say my name..." This guy is a fool but I find him hilarious thru the pain and drugs that will come soon. Nerve number 2 hurts like a little bitch so I say "OMFG!!!" Which the Dr of course hears and gloats to all the nurses and techs that I called him God. As I swear thru the "testing" of nerves 3 and 4 he keeps talking (He must think he distracts from the pain. Not so much Mr Dr guy...) about "God huh? No... I'm not a God... I'm just a Dr..." Fool. Then the nurse pumps the drugs into my sweet one-stick-IV and I think, "Hmmmm, my head's getting fuzzy..." And then I wake up in recovery. Nice.
I celebrated my birthday 6 June and it was fucking insane. Remind me to post on that another day, and I have pictures. Oh it will be awesome.
I got all drugged up Wednesday and ordered a Bamboo Fun Pen Tablet. With overnight shipping of course. My new toy arrived yesterday and it's fucking BOMB! I installed the software that came with it (COREL PAINTER 4 is fucking sweet action), but was able to use the software for like 2 seconds and haven't been able to get back into it since. BUT while I was in it, I made a couple of sweet works of art that I will now share with you fine people. Prepare to be blown away:
First Picture. My buddy Crossbow was riding my ass to send her a picture, and my drugged out brain came up with this.
Second Picture I was hella hungry. It did result in Crossbow bringing me some food though, so I'm good with that.
I could no longer get into my sweet Corel Painter, and turned to MS Paint. Don't hate on my mad skillz yo.P.S. Fuck Kanser kiddies!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Some people are no fun
Crossbow came home last night (at like 11pm)! Since she's been gone for a few months, several of us had to meet her at the airport, just to give her some love. TGG and I made welcome home signs last weekend: The generic "We missed you" "We heart you" "Welcome home Grandma" (just a nickname), and then a couple because I'm "creative/easily bored." "Welcome home Hooker" and "You smell like Beef and Cheese." So we get to the airport and see Crossbow's husband, another chick from work, and Crossbow's sister (who totally kicks ass) and a friend. Crossbow's sister's sign totally topped ours. It was a really long one, requiring two people to hold it, reading "Welcome home Bitch!" Our little grouping of signs got so many looks. One couple was coming down the escalator, and upon reading the WH Bitch sign, the man points at the woman and mouths "It's her sign!" She didn't see him for a few seconds, then turns around and gets all offended. It was good, clean family fun.
In other news, I've been housesitting for ChopStyx and co all week. They're in Hawaii. Totally unfair right? Styx's dog (and her daddy's dog) are a weiner dog and a pug, and we've had lots of fun. They insist on sleeping with you, and not just in the bed with you, but all up in your space so you can't move. They really like to each be on opposite sides of you, and wedge you in so you have no hope of sleeping comfortably. The WeinerDog is a sneaky little shit too. You move her to the foot of the bed, or ever just over a foot or so, and before you're laying back down again she'd back in the spot you just moved her from. This Move-The-Dog isn't exactly my favorite bedtime game, so eventually I just gave up and let her sleep where she wanted. That win goes to the dogs. To even up the playing field a bit (and for my own sanity) I gave them both a bath a couple nights ago. I think the smell of dog is one of my least favorite scents. It took two shampooings each pooch, but they no longer smell of dog. They don't smell like roses, but I still count this as a victory.
Work is the bullshit. I try to be there as little as possible. They're still screwing me over on my medical stuff, and dragging it out, so yes, I'm still here in NorCal, and it looks like I will be till at least after the first of the year. They don't even know what to do with me there. I've become the go-to person for all the most retarded, frustrating special projects. If I have to organize one more office social function I'm pretty sure I'm going to go postal.
ThanksGivingGirl has the cutest Chinese Shar Pei ever (ThanksGivingDog), and she's been trying to find a new home for her. TGG is moving in December (to the east coast no less) and can't find a house/apartment that will allow her to bring her dog. She IS able to keep the cats though. Her parents and siblings have other dogs that just don't get along well with other females (I believe TGDog is 3) so that's a no-go. I'd love to take her, but with my future destination so up in the air, I can't. ChopStyx's dogs don't get along well with bigger dogs, and my parents can't take her because their Precious Princess doesn't realize she is in fact a dog, and therefor does NOT like other dogs. So if any of you know someone looking for a Shar Pei, she's good with kids (TGG as a 3 year old boy who grew up with the dog) and cats. She's already had her eyes "done" (Shar Pei's have a nasty breed habit of their eyelids kind of flipping in which irritates the eye like nothing else, so many need surgery to fix it).
Getting back to the title of the post, there's a new girl at work. As you may have gathered from the welcome home signs, we're a pretty fun-loving, name calling group. Mostly we insult everyone's mom, and call each other hooker, cripple (that'd be me), grandma, and ho-bag. So I was passing the new girl in the hall, and said "What up hooker?" She turns back and says "I don't play like that." I'm all, "Ok, my bad." And she has to emphasize (in all her I-have-no-personality glory) "No, but seriously, I don't play like that ok?" And I'm all, "Yeah man, I get it." Fuckin get a personalty bi-otch. Otherwise we're all going to join TGG in stealing your animal crackers. She'll probably file a report on us for taking them too, that's how lame this robot toolbag is.
The microwave is declaring that my pizza is reheated, so I'm outta here. Word to your motha.
In other news, I've been housesitting for ChopStyx and co all week. They're in Hawaii. Totally unfair right? Styx's dog (and her daddy's dog) are a weiner dog and a pug, and we've had lots of fun. They insist on sleeping with you, and not just in the bed with you, but all up in your space so you can't move. They really like to each be on opposite sides of you, and wedge you in so you have no hope of sleeping comfortably. The WeinerDog is a sneaky little shit too. You move her to the foot of the bed, or ever just over a foot or so, and before you're laying back down again she'd back in the spot you just moved her from. This Move-The-Dog isn't exactly my favorite bedtime game, so eventually I just gave up and let her sleep where she wanted. That win goes to the dogs. To even up the playing field a bit (and for my own sanity) I gave them both a bath a couple nights ago. I think the smell of dog is one of my least favorite scents. It took two shampooings each pooch, but they no longer smell of dog. They don't smell like roses, but I still count this as a victory.
Work is the bullshit. I try to be there as little as possible. They're still screwing me over on my medical stuff, and dragging it out, so yes, I'm still here in NorCal, and it looks like I will be till at least after the first of the year. They don't even know what to do with me there. I've become the go-to person for all the most retarded, frustrating special projects. If I have to organize one more office social function I'm pretty sure I'm going to go postal.
ThanksGivingGirl has the cutest Chinese Shar Pei ever (ThanksGivingDog), and she's been trying to find a new home for her. TGG is moving in December (to the east coast no less) and can't find a house/apartment that will allow her to bring her dog. She IS able to keep the cats though. Her parents and siblings have other dogs that just don't get along well with other females (I believe TGDog is 3) so that's a no-go. I'd love to take her, but with my future destination so up in the air, I can't. ChopStyx's dogs don't get along well with bigger dogs, and my parents can't take her because their Precious Princess doesn't realize she is in fact a dog, and therefor does NOT like other dogs. So if any of you know someone looking for a Shar Pei, she's good with kids (TGG as a 3 year old boy who grew up with the dog) and cats. She's already had her eyes "done" (Shar Pei's have a nasty breed habit of their eyelids kind of flipping in which irritates the eye like nothing else, so many need surgery to fix it). Getting back to the title of the post, there's a new girl at work. As you may have gathered from the welcome home signs, we're a pretty fun-loving, name calling group. Mostly we insult everyone's mom, and call each other hooker, cripple (that'd be me), grandma, and ho-bag. So I was passing the new girl in the hall, and said "What up hooker?" She turns back and says "I don't play like that." I'm all, "Ok, my bad." And she has to emphasize (in all her I-have-no-personality glory) "No, but seriously, I don't play like that ok?" And I'm all, "Yeah man, I get it." Fuckin get a personalty bi-otch. Otherwise we're all going to join TGG in stealing your animal crackers. She'll probably file a report on us for taking them too, that's how lame this robot toolbag is.
The microwave is declaring that my pizza is reheated, so I'm outta here. Word to your motha.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Happy hello
I get to pick up MarkyMark tomorrow at 8 15am from the airport. I can't wait.
I'm so happy. MarkyMark and I will attempt to do the "cook Thanksgiving meal" thing, but since it'll be just the two of us, it won't matter if it all goes horribly wrong. I'm so very happy MarkyMark will be here, cuz I'm still not allowed to travel and all. I get el Marko from Wednesday to Sunday. As usual, it won't be nearly long enough, but... It's better than nothing. It's better than sleeping alone. Better than 100 texts and a bedtime phone call every day. It's these little extended weekends that make the distance bearable. These brief snippets are why we've made it through the last 4 ish years. They're the reason I'm still sane.
Moving on, the chick who drove me to my last chemo? She was cool. I like her. She ran out of fucking gas on the way to my appointment... She seemed hella young to me, and she hella freaked out about it. I found it all quite funny. So that put us about an hour and a half behind schedule. But, my docs and nurses were cool about it. I called them to tell them I'd be late, and called again once we were back on the road with an estimate of how long it'd be till we made it there (and I was right on time. There's no denying it folks, I'm good.)
I finally met Crossbow's new dog this weekend. It's a mini-pinscer, and SO cute. She looks like a tiny deer (she's all brown), and I love her. She didn't reciprocate my feelings, but that's cool. My fake dog Rowdy is bigger than she is, so I'm confident that if it came time to throw down, I could take her.
I washed my truck today. TJ, not Zachary. Zach went home to live with Mommy and Daddy for a while. I think that was the first time since my knee surgery, and that shit was in May... I didn't do such a great job. There are missed spots and brush marks, but hey, I was hurtin. I also cleaned all the empty water bottles out of the back seat-area. And I did all my grocery shopping on Monday. I'm officially ready for MarkyMark's arrival, and I'm all excited about it. I miss my MarkyMark.
I even went into work today, cuz I was all excitedness and needed to get out of the house. Crossbow knew I was excited bout MarkyMark cuz I get like this every time. It was weird that my big boss and all the other people at work were askin me about Mark, cuz normally I don't tell anyone. Just cuz... It's weird. Me and MarkyMark kinda fall off the face of the earth when Mark comes into town. We go to movies, and out to eat and shopping, or just hole-up here cuz I can't fucking move, whatever, but to have everyone at working asking me "So when's your friend getting in?" is weird. I want to tell them to mind their own damn business, you know? But... I know Crossbow just told them cuz they were all concerned; wanting to make sure I had someplace to go for Turkey Day. Which I appreciate. I'm just not a touchy-feely, have everyone up in my business, kind of person. Hell, my parents and family don't know Mark's coming into town. They don't need to know. And my parents don't really like Marky, but the can just fuck the hell off now, can't they?
Now that I've told you all sorts of shit you probably never wanted to know, I think I'm gonna wrap this shit up.
Much love, and may you all spend your Turky Day with those you love. Or may you have enough alcohol to think that you love those you spend the day with.
P.S. Fuck Kanser
I'm so happy. MarkyMark and I will attempt to do the "cook Thanksgiving meal" thing, but since it'll be just the two of us, it won't matter if it all goes horribly wrong. I'm so very happy MarkyMark will be here, cuz I'm still not allowed to travel and all. I get el Marko from Wednesday to Sunday. As usual, it won't be nearly long enough, but... It's better than nothing. It's better than sleeping alone. Better than 100 texts and a bedtime phone call every day. It's these little extended weekends that make the distance bearable. These brief snippets are why we've made it through the last 4 ish years. They're the reason I'm still sane.
Moving on, the chick who drove me to my last chemo? She was cool. I like her. She ran out of fucking gas on the way to my appointment... She seemed hella young to me, and she hella freaked out about it. I found it all quite funny. So that put us about an hour and a half behind schedule. But, my docs and nurses were cool about it. I called them to tell them I'd be late, and called again once we were back on the road with an estimate of how long it'd be till we made it there (and I was right on time. There's no denying it folks, I'm good.)
I finally met Crossbow's new dog this weekend. It's a mini-pinscer, and SO cute. She looks like a tiny deer (she's all brown), and I love her. She didn't reciprocate my feelings, but that's cool. My fake dog Rowdy is bigger than she is, so I'm confident that if it came time to throw down, I could take her.
I washed my truck today. TJ, not Zachary. Zach went home to live with Mommy and Daddy for a while. I think that was the first time since my knee surgery, and that shit was in May... I didn't do such a great job. There are missed spots and brush marks, but hey, I was hurtin. I also cleaned all the empty water bottles out of the back seat-area. And I did all my grocery shopping on Monday. I'm officially ready for MarkyMark's arrival, and I'm all excited about it. I miss my MarkyMark.
I even went into work today, cuz I was all excitedness and needed to get out of the house. Crossbow knew I was excited bout MarkyMark cuz I get like this every time. It was weird that my big boss and all the other people at work were askin me about Mark, cuz normally I don't tell anyone. Just cuz... It's weird. Me and MarkyMark kinda fall off the face of the earth when Mark comes into town. We go to movies, and out to eat and shopping, or just hole-up here cuz I can't fucking move, whatever, but to have everyone at working asking me "So when's your friend getting in?" is weird. I want to tell them to mind their own damn business, you know? But... I know Crossbow just told them cuz they were all concerned; wanting to make sure I had someplace to go for Turkey Day. Which I appreciate. I'm just not a touchy-feely, have everyone up in my business, kind of person. Hell, my parents and family don't know Mark's coming into town. They don't need to know. And my parents don't really like Marky, but the can just fuck the hell off now, can't they?
Now that I've told you all sorts of shit you probably never wanted to know, I think I'm gonna wrap this shit up.
Much love, and may you all spend your Turky Day with those you love. Or may you have enough alcohol to think that you love those you spend the day with.
P.S. Fuck Kanser
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Who are you calling a cootie queen you lint licker!
Edit: Californiakay: Now with more fiber... And pictures.
I'm here. I'm mostly still alive. I'm fed up with this Chemo bullshit. Seriously. It is not of the lord.
My hair started falling out 2 weeks after my first chemo. I couldn't stop pulling it out either. It's like scratching at your chicken pox. It's wrong, you know it's wrong, but you have no intention of stopping. So, the hair started the great gravitational migration to the ground on a Tuesday, and by that weekend there wasn't much left: Sunday night I realized there was no way I was going into work that way, so I hacked it off with the 
scissors, then buzzed the rest off. Almost immediately I realized that having no hair upon one's head is a very cold way to go thru life. I have been rocking beanie's religiously since that Sunday night. Even to bed. And if my beanie falls off my chrome dome in the middle of the night, I wake up freezing, and search for it in my pile of blankets.
Blogger's being a punk ass little bitch right now, and not letting me add any pictures, but I assure you, I have pictures to share with you.
I've felt like completely and utterly asstastic since roughly Thursday. The doc has decided they shall start giving me a shot the day after chemo every time now to help boost my white blood cell levels, and good God it sucks so badly. Every muscle and joint in my body has ached for days. The pills they told me would fix it (Claritin. The fucking allergy medicine) hasn't done a Goddamn thing, and as of today Percocet won't help me either. I want to whine and cry like the punk ass little bitch that I am.
Edit: This is a shot from one end of the "Chemo Room." It's just a bunch of recliners full of sleepy people and IV poles.
To answer some of the things brought up recently in the comments:
Jerk: I don't remember that deal, but a deal's a deal. You just have to clear it with MarkyMark. I'm sure sex with you has to be better than chemo. Do you induce vomiting and hair loss?
Holland: I assure you, I am fucking sexy as Ms. Clean. It's astounding how awesome I look bald. My dear mother told me I should even think about rocking this look after my hair comes back. I told her she's fucking crazy.
Stone: You're right. We should start our own club, and only follicly challenged people can join. It'd be awesome. Just cuz we're there. Props on the Blazing Saddles shout out there too.
Sushi: I'm down for the scalp tattoo. That'd be fucking bad ass.
Cher: Sometimes you leave me a little bit speechless. I swear I'm going to send it... I just don't really leave my house much right now. Like at all. I got the box from the post office. I just lack the motivation to send it. It'll happen. Don't give up on me.
Inner Voices: It's weird how my hair is falling out. I still have a bit on the top of my head. My eyebrows and lashes go thru little spurts where I seem to lose a bunch, then they're content to stay again. My arm and leg hair seems to want to stick around, not losing any of that. And the "bikini area," I've lost like half of it. That I'm not losing all my hair all at once is weird to me. I guess I just expected to wake up one morning and for it all to have gone away. I wouldn't mind that at all. Think about it girls, no more shaving! I can't fucking wait, but of course, my body seems to have other plans. Anyway, I can't actually get a tattoo till after the chemo and radiation are thru. Apparently my body would have a shite time healing and all right now. The parlor you mentioned sounds awesome. What's it called? When I had mine done, it was by some smelly old guy in a place that had bars on the windows. It's a miracle I didn't get an infection...
I can't wait till all this is over. I want my body to go back to behaving in a normal fashion, doing what I ask of it, nothing more, nothing less. I know the odds of that happening are pretty slim. My hair will most likely come back a different color or texture. I'm most likely going to end up sterile. My doc said it's possible that I might even go into Menopause. Fuckin A right? I'm tired of being tired.
In other news: Crossbow got a cute new puppy (a mini Pinscher named Diamond. So cute). Hefe's staring to settle in over in whereeverthefuck he is. ThanksgivingGirl got another kitten that I have not yet seen but really want to. I got to see RunnerGirl last week and I miss her like crazy and gave her a bazillion hugs, and told her I absolutely hate her. The girl is 5 months pregnant and has gained 3 pounds. 3! She doesn't look pregnant at all, except for the tiny little bump that is her belly. MarkyMark was here a couplefew weeks ago, and took absolutely wonderful care of me and I had wonderful food and wonderful sleep for 5 beautiful days. Damn school for making MarkyMark leave again.
I love you all, lots and lots. I'll come back some time and try to get up the pictures that Blogger doesn't want you to see. I've been around, I've been reading you all, even if I don't comment (I'm really bad about that... Sorry. I have Chemo-Brain. I can't formulate coherent thoughts. But I'm still following along with you all.) I just haven't really had shit to say about me. Or when I have, I haven't felt like sitting down and getting it out here. My bad. I'll try to work on that. If you want to get get ahold of me, email's probably best. That has a 1 in 3 chance of me responding same day. This.... Anyway, don't be afraid. Hit me up: kay_fro @ Hotmail
Love Love kiddies
I'm here. I'm mostly still alive. I'm fed up with this Chemo bullshit. Seriously. It is not of the lord.
My hair started falling out 2 weeks after my first chemo. I couldn't stop pulling it out either. It's like scratching at your chicken pox. It's wrong, you know it's wrong, but you have no intention of stopping. So, the hair started the great gravitational migration to the ground on a Tuesday, and by that weekend there wasn't much left: Sunday night I realized there was no way I was going into work that way, so I hacked it off with the 
scissors, then buzzed the rest off. Almost immediately I realized that having no hair upon one's head is a very cold way to go thru life. I have been rocking beanie's religiously since that Sunday night. Even to bed. And if my beanie falls off my chrome dome in the middle of the night, I wake up freezing, and search for it in my pile of blankets. Blogger's being a punk ass little bitch right now, and not letting me add any pictures, but I assure you, I have pictures to share with you.
I've felt like completely and utterly asstastic since roughly Thursday. The doc has decided they shall start giving me a shot the day after chemo every time now to help boost my white blood cell levels, and good God it sucks so badly. Every muscle and joint in my body has ached for days. The pills they told me would fix it (Claritin. The fucking allergy medicine) hasn't done a Goddamn thing, and as of today Percocet won't help me either. I want to whine and cry like the punk ass little bitch that I am.
Edit: This is a shot from one end of the "Chemo Room." It's just a bunch of recliners full of sleepy people and IV poles.To answer some of the things brought up recently in the comments:
Jerk: I don't remember that deal, but a deal's a deal. You just have to clear it with MarkyMark. I'm sure sex with you has to be better than chemo. Do you induce vomiting and hair loss?
Holland: I assure you, I am fucking sexy as Ms. Clean. It's astounding how awesome I look bald. My dear mother told me I should even think about rocking this look after my hair comes back. I told her she's fucking crazy.
Stone: You're right. We should start our own club, and only follicly challenged people can join. It'd be awesome. Just cuz we're there. Props on the Blazing Saddles shout out there too.
Sushi: I'm down for the scalp tattoo. That'd be fucking bad ass.
Cher: Sometimes you leave me a little bit speechless. I swear I'm going to send it... I just don't really leave my house much right now. Like at all. I got the box from the post office. I just lack the motivation to send it. It'll happen. Don't give up on me.
Inner Voices: It's weird how my hair is falling out. I still have a bit on the top of my head. My eyebrows and lashes go thru little spurts where I seem to lose a bunch, then they're content to stay again. My arm and leg hair seems to want to stick around, not losing any of that. And the "bikini area," I've lost like half of it. That I'm not losing all my hair all at once is weird to me. I guess I just expected to wake up one morning and for it all to have gone away. I wouldn't mind that at all. Think about it girls, no more shaving! I can't fucking wait, but of course, my body seems to have other plans. Anyway, I can't actually get a tattoo till after the chemo and radiation are thru. Apparently my body would have a shite time healing and all right now. The parlor you mentioned sounds awesome. What's it called? When I had mine done, it was by some smelly old guy in a place that had bars on the windows. It's a miracle I didn't get an infection...
I can't wait till all this is over. I want my body to go back to behaving in a normal fashion, doing what I ask of it, nothing more, nothing less. I know the odds of that happening are pretty slim. My hair will most likely come back a different color or texture. I'm most likely going to end up sterile. My doc said it's possible that I might even go into Menopause. Fuckin A right? I'm tired of being tired.
In other news: Crossbow got a cute new puppy (a mini Pinscher named Diamond. So cute). Hefe's staring to settle in over in whereeverthefuck he is. ThanksgivingGirl got another kitten that I have not yet seen but really want to. I got to see RunnerGirl last week and I miss her like crazy and gave her a bazillion hugs, and told her I absolutely hate her. The girl is 5 months pregnant and has gained 3 pounds. 3! She doesn't look pregnant at all, except for the tiny little bump that is her belly. MarkyMark was here a couplefew weeks ago, and took absolutely wonderful care of me and I had wonderful food and wonderful sleep for 5 beautiful days. Damn school for making MarkyMark leave again.
I love you all, lots and lots. I'll come back some time and try to get up the pictures that Blogger doesn't want you to see. I've been around, I've been reading you all, even if I don't comment (I'm really bad about that... Sorry. I have Chemo-Brain. I can't formulate coherent thoughts. But I'm still following along with you all.) I just haven't really had shit to say about me. Or when I have, I haven't felt like sitting down and getting it out here. My bad. I'll try to work on that. If you want to get get ahold of me, email's probably best. That has a 1 in 3 chance of me responding same day. This.... Anyway, don't be afraid. Hit me up: kay_fro @ Hotmail
Love Love kiddies
Friday, September 14, 2007
It's Friday already?
I'm not quite sure where the week went. I had the surgery to put my port in on Tuesday, but didn't do my chemo till Wednesday. Apparently during surgery my heart started beating too fast, so they wanted to get an echo test on my heart before starting chemo (basically an ultrasound of the heart). So I stayed the night, got my echo first thing in the morning, and started my chemo at 9 or 10 am.
They don't just hook you up to the chemo first thing though. I had to have a test dose of one of the drugs to make sure I didn't have a "reaction" to it. Then I had to wait an hour to see if I reacted. Then CrossBow showed up (she'd gone home Tuesday night, since she wasn't a prisoner.), and they put some sort of anti-anxiety/sleepy shit in my IV. It made me more relaxed but I sure as hell didn't sleep. Then they put my anti-nausea meds in. Then they started with the chemo. By this point, breakfast was long gone from my system, and I was craving a muffin, so I sent CrossBow out on a scouting mission. So I'm sitting there in my chair, hooked up to my chemo, eating a blueberry muffin. Not exactly the chemo I had pictured in my mind... Then CrossBow and I were a bit bored, so we were playing FamilyFeud on my laptop, and the nurses started joining in. It was pretty fun stuff.
On the way home we stopped at Arby's to grab some grub (for the life of me I can't remember what I had), and then Bow dropped me off at home.
I haven't worked since last Friday. As long as I'm feeling alright I'll be back on Monday. All I've been doing is sleeping, waking up to eat, and sleeping some more. I feel completely exhausted, but thanks to all the anti-nausea drugs, I haven't been hugging the toilet like I expected to.
They say my hair will fall out somewhere between the first and third weeks, so look out for that shit.
Much love to you all, I'm off to eat or sleep, I'm not really sure which.
They don't just hook you up to the chemo first thing though. I had to have a test dose of one of the drugs to make sure I didn't have a "reaction" to it. Then I had to wait an hour to see if I reacted. Then CrossBow showed up (she'd gone home Tuesday night, since she wasn't a prisoner.), and they put some sort of anti-anxiety/sleepy shit in my IV. It made me more relaxed but I sure as hell didn't sleep. Then they put my anti-nausea meds in. Then they started with the chemo. By this point, breakfast was long gone from my system, and I was craving a muffin, so I sent CrossBow out on a scouting mission. So I'm sitting there in my chair, hooked up to my chemo, eating a blueberry muffin. Not exactly the chemo I had pictured in my mind... Then CrossBow and I were a bit bored, so we were playing FamilyFeud on my laptop, and the nurses started joining in. It was pretty fun stuff.
On the way home we stopped at Arby's to grab some grub (for the life of me I can't remember what I had), and then Bow dropped me off at home.
I haven't worked since last Friday. As long as I'm feeling alright I'll be back on Monday. All I've been doing is sleeping, waking up to eat, and sleeping some more. I feel completely exhausted, but thanks to all the anti-nausea drugs, I haven't been hugging the toilet like I expected to.
They say my hair will fall out somewhere between the first and third weeks, so look out for that shit.
Much love to you all, I'm off to eat or sleep, I'm not really sure which.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
I've got a post for you
It's just stuck in my brain.
Me and Hefe went to San Fran on Sunday, and had many adventures. I'm going to share them, and some pics, just not right now.
Crossbow's coming home Friday and I can't wait to see her.
I've been having some nasty sleeping problems lately, and I'm drained. I'm going back to my oncologist tomorrow, so hopefully I'll get some more info.
Any way, I'm here, I'm just not really here.
Much love, I'll try to get that post up soon,
Kay
Me and Hefe went to San Fran on Sunday, and had many adventures. I'm going to share them, and some pics, just not right now.
Crossbow's coming home Friday and I can't wait to see her.
I've been having some nasty sleeping problems lately, and I'm drained. I'm going back to my oncologist tomorrow, so hopefully I'll get some more info.
Any way, I'm here, I'm just not really here.
Much love, I'll try to get that post up soon,
Kay
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Hey
I've started this post so many times. It's not blogger's fault for once.
This post is rather difficult for me to figure out how to word, so I'm just gonna say it. And if it doesn't come out right, fuck it.
I got the lab results back last week. The results from my surgery. It was the bad news thing.
It turns out I have Hodgkins Disease. That's cancer of the lymph nodes. Of all the cancers to get, it's one of the best; it's got really good recovery odds.
When my doc told me, I first asked what Hodgkins was (cuz he wasn't exactly making it sound like the Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol was about to roll up to my door). Then I cried a little; and apologized for crying. Dr Doc then says "Hey, you're 22 and just found out you have cancer, I expect you to cry." I still felt like a major wuss for crying in front of the guy. He then explained a bunch of stuff to me, and said the 2 oncologists in the clinic/hospital are really great doctors. He said if he didn't think so, he'd send me someplace else. Then he set me up an appointment for a full body CT scan, to find out if any of my other lymph nodes are fucked up.
I'll admit that when I got out to my truck that day, I bawled my eyes out for about 20 minutes. I called my Mommy and cried at her. I called MarkyMark but only got the voicemail and didn't want to cry into that.
So I go see my oncologist tomorrow. I should also get my CT scan results back then. I just want to get all the info and start this shit so I can hurry up and get it all behind me.
I also told ThanksGivingGirl the day I found out (cuz I was calling her to let her know I wouldn't be back at work the rest of the week cuz of the infection), and it just kinda came out. "TGG, I got my test results back. I have cancer. *CryCry*" She told my big boss and that's why him and the little posse came over to my house last wednesday.
I've told CrossBow, and she's been texting MarkyMark like crazy trying to make sure I'm ok. I think she's so worried cuz she's all the way down in Texas and can't do anything. Have I mentioned that I love CrossBow? She's a sweetheart. She's seriously one of the best friends you could ever wish for.
Another good friend of mine, a sweet little southern girl from Arkansas, called me the other day. She was askin how the surgery went, and I told her the wonderful news, and she said she's coming to see me. SouthernGirl even MySpaced MarkyMark to make sure I'm ok, and to say she'll be out in October to see me. Nevermind that SouthernGirl's never met MarkyMark. They spoke on the phone when I was in Mississippi a few years ago, and I talked about them so much to each other, they feel as if they know one another. SouthernGirl's also a sweetheart. She just went thru a rather nasty divorce, but she's with a new guy who seems to make her happy and I'm so thrilled. The Ex was a jackass.
Yet another great friend of mine, a runner from Oregon, said she'd try to come see me soon. She was my roommate when I lived in Maryland, and is like a sister to me. She's in SoCal right now, househunting with her husband, and due to have a baby in a few months. This sweetheart, RunnerGirl (I'm so original with names aren't I?), told me that she's not sure if Lymph nodes can be donated, but she'd totally give me hers. How could you not love a girl like that? Even if she is unfortunate enough to be from Oregon... I haven't seen RunnerGirl in almost 3 years. I really need to get off my ass and go see her, it's only like 6 hours. She hasn't met MarkyMark either, but they pretty much know each other, same thing as above.
When shit hits the fan, it feels good to know your friends are there for you. I know I'm going to be rocking the Bic'd head look by the end of the year, and that my friends are already talking about wig-shopping with me (which I'm so not doing, wigs really weird me out), really makes me feel good. CrossBow said I'd better still be able to go out with them, cuz she doesn't want to leave me out. Honestly, I just think it's gonna be hilarious to be called my nickname (everyone calls me Fro. always) when I'm hella bald. I mean seriously... Think about it.
My parents offered to drive here immediately when I told them. I told them that's unnecessary, I haven't even been to the oncologist to find out any info yet. My mother said if I need anything, or decide at any time that I want her here, my parents will do whatever.
So ThanksGivingGirl, CrossBow, SouthernGirl, RunnerGirl, MarkyMark, Hefe, and all the rest of my friends and family, I love you all. Love Love Love.
This kind of makes me wish I'd told my parents some things when they were here a few weeks ago. I just feel there's a lot of things we've just never come out and said you know? I know they don't like MarkyMark, so I've never bothered to tell them about us. For 3 1/2 years. We don't live together, so it hasn't been a pressing issue, but I really feel like I passed up a golden opportunity. Maybe I'm just freaking out and want everything cleared up. On the one hand, I'm not really scared, but on the other, I'm fucking terrified. I don't know man, I don't know.
I'm going to leave you now with the happy image of my neck, taken for you today. And I rocked it to work like this, all uncovered and nasty. (Dr. Doc told me to keep it uncovered for now when I saw him yesterday.) And if you look closely, you can see the hole they re-opened that the string was hanging out of until yesterday. Fun!
This post is rather difficult for me to figure out how to word, so I'm just gonna say it. And if it doesn't come out right, fuck it.
I got the lab results back last week. The results from my surgery. It was the bad news thing.
It turns out I have Hodgkins Disease. That's cancer of the lymph nodes. Of all the cancers to get, it's one of the best; it's got really good recovery odds.
When my doc told me, I first asked what Hodgkins was (cuz he wasn't exactly making it sound like the Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol was about to roll up to my door). Then I cried a little; and apologized for crying. Dr Doc then says "Hey, you're 22 and just found out you have cancer, I expect you to cry." I still felt like a major wuss for crying in front of the guy. He then explained a bunch of stuff to me, and said the 2 oncologists in the clinic/hospital are really great doctors. He said if he didn't think so, he'd send me someplace else. Then he set me up an appointment for a full body CT scan, to find out if any of my other lymph nodes are fucked up.
I'll admit that when I got out to my truck that day, I bawled my eyes out for about 20 minutes. I called my Mommy and cried at her. I called MarkyMark but only got the voicemail and didn't want to cry into that.
So I go see my oncologist tomorrow. I should also get my CT scan results back then. I just want to get all the info and start this shit so I can hurry up and get it all behind me.
I also told ThanksGivingGirl the day I found out (cuz I was calling her to let her know I wouldn't be back at work the rest of the week cuz of the infection), and it just kinda came out. "TGG, I got my test results back. I have cancer. *CryCry*" She told my big boss and that's why him and the little posse came over to my house last wednesday.
I've told CrossBow, and she's been texting MarkyMark like crazy trying to make sure I'm ok. I think she's so worried cuz she's all the way down in Texas and can't do anything. Have I mentioned that I love CrossBow? She's a sweetheart. She's seriously one of the best friends you could ever wish for.
Another good friend of mine, a sweet little southern girl from Arkansas, called me the other day. She was askin how the surgery went, and I told her the wonderful news, and she said she's coming to see me. SouthernGirl even MySpaced MarkyMark to make sure I'm ok, and to say she'll be out in October to see me. Nevermind that SouthernGirl's never met MarkyMark. They spoke on the phone when I was in Mississippi a few years ago, and I talked about them so much to each other, they feel as if they know one another. SouthernGirl's also a sweetheart. She just went thru a rather nasty divorce, but she's with a new guy who seems to make her happy and I'm so thrilled. The Ex was a jackass.
Yet another great friend of mine, a runner from Oregon, said she'd try to come see me soon. She was my roommate when I lived in Maryland, and is like a sister to me. She's in SoCal right now, househunting with her husband, and due to have a baby in a few months. This sweetheart, RunnerGirl (I'm so original with names aren't I?), told me that she's not sure if Lymph nodes can be donated, but she'd totally give me hers. How could you not love a girl like that? Even if she is unfortunate enough to be from Oregon... I haven't seen RunnerGirl in almost 3 years. I really need to get off my ass and go see her, it's only like 6 hours. She hasn't met MarkyMark either, but they pretty much know each other, same thing as above.
When shit hits the fan, it feels good to know your friends are there for you. I know I'm going to be rocking the Bic'd head look by the end of the year, and that my friends are already talking about wig-shopping with me (which I'm so not doing, wigs really weird me out), really makes me feel good. CrossBow said I'd better still be able to go out with them, cuz she doesn't want to leave me out. Honestly, I just think it's gonna be hilarious to be called my nickname (everyone calls me Fro. always) when I'm hella bald. I mean seriously... Think about it.
My parents offered to drive here immediately when I told them. I told them that's unnecessary, I haven't even been to the oncologist to find out any info yet. My mother said if I need anything, or decide at any time that I want her here, my parents will do whatever.
So ThanksGivingGirl, CrossBow, SouthernGirl, RunnerGirl, MarkyMark, Hefe, and all the rest of my friends and family, I love you all. Love Love Love.
This kind of makes me wish I'd told my parents some things when they were here a few weeks ago. I just feel there's a lot of things we've just never come out and said you know? I know they don't like MarkyMark, so I've never bothered to tell them about us. For 3 1/2 years. We don't live together, so it hasn't been a pressing issue, but I really feel like I passed up a golden opportunity. Maybe I'm just freaking out and want everything cleared up. On the one hand, I'm not really scared, but on the other, I'm fucking terrified. I don't know man, I don't know.
I'm going to leave you now with the happy image of my neck, taken for you today. And I rocked it to work like this, all uncovered and nasty. (Dr. Doc told me to keep it uncovered for now when I saw him yesterday.) And if you look closely, you can see the hole they re-opened that the string was hanging out of until yesterday. Fun!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Yes, I've been horrilbly horrible
The parentals got here at 8 ish this morning. We went to IHOP to get some breakfast, talked some, and now they're sleeping. They were on the road for 14 ish hours? Maybe more. I don't know. They stop to eat real meals, MarkyMark and I usually eat in the truck. I'm not sure how long I should expect them to crash for. MarkyMark and I are usually out for about 12 hours after that marathon drive, but my parents are different.
As I'm sure you've guessed, I took today off work. I suppose I didn't really need to, since they'll be sleeping all day, but whatever.
Sorry I've been AWOL. I either haven't had anything to say, or I've been so beat by the time that I get home that I just completely crash. I don't even cook dinner most nights, just pass out.
I got Starbucks with Hefe last night, and we just chilled at his house talking till like 11. I don't know what it is, but me and that guy can just talk about the randomest shit for hours. We only shut up last night cuz I looked at my phone and saw that it was 11, and he had to work today. I stopped in at a 24 hour store for some necessary groceries last night, and ended up talkin to some weird (and I think drunk) dude for like 15 minutes. It was funny, he was going on and on about how Sacramento has a secret fued going on between all the different races, and how houses get burned down and shit. Crazy dude...
When I got home I cleaned up the house some. Just tryin to make it not appear to be so much of a war zone. I think I finally went to bed at 1 something.
When I went to my orthopedic surgeon last week she said my knee's lookin great, and I don't need to see her anymore. I was tellin her about my new problem, and she gave me about 2 week's worth of pills, and said to call her and let her know if they were working or not, and she'd write me a perscription. I guess these pills are something they've started using on people with Fibromyalgia. Dudes, they are the shit. While they don't take away all my pain (nothing does anyway), they do make it so I don't get the brain fog, which my last pills didn't do. This doc is fucking awesome. She said she was helpin me out cuz she likes me, and doesn't think someone my age needs to be using a frickin cane to walk. After she said that though I started thinking, why does this chick like me? I mean, there's nothing I could really see. It's been bugging me. She told me if there's ever anything I need, just call and she'll try to help me out. Which is awesome, but that I don't know why is bugging me. I know, just shut up Kay.
Then I met with my normal doc Tuesday, just to follow up on my million things going on. I've got a pre-op on the 6th, and surgery on the 15th. He said the Cat scan results (I've had two) can't tell if my lump/tumor/whatever in my neck is benign or malignant, so they definately want it out. They'll do testing on the tissue afterwards to find out if it's bad news. So I'll be out of work approx 5 days for that. Then after I'm fixed up from that I need to get the wisdom teeth out. And why wouldn't I be blessed with all four? My dentist said the bottom ones are in sideways, so they'll need to drill those bad boys out. It's cool though. After my first surgery I'm not really freakin out anymore. I'm cool with anyone cutting into me for whatever they need. I know it'll be alright. I'm not looking forward to the IV, but I'll do whatever I need to to get this shit straightened out.
(If you're a bit queasy about blood and needles you might just want to skip this):
I set a new personal record at the Lab this week. I needed one more blood test, just one little bottle. I walked in and said, "I don't want to be that guy, but can I request that either *Betty* or *Wilma* draw my blood today?" The chick sitting at the desk (we'll call her Pebbles, since she's a bit younger than my requested techs) remembered me, since she tries every time I go in there to get my blood, and fails every time. So Betty tried first, and stuck my right arm, with no love. Then I asked if she wanted to go for the hand, since that's what she had success with last time. She said if I was down, she'd give it a try. No love there either. The vein was moving in my hand, it just kept scooting away from the needle. Betty says she's done, and Pebbles asks if she can give it a try, since Wilma works in another part of the clinic now, and they're only to call her for emergencies. I tell Pebbles to go for it, I don't have a preference who tries. She also tries the right arm, since the veins there just feel better than the left arm. No love. The ladies feel so bad that they keep stabbing and stabbing me, but I feel bad because I'm making their job suck. Pebbles only tries once, then calls Wilma. So we're waiting for her to get there, and I ask if I can just paper-cut my finger and squeeze the blood into the little tube or something. They laughed and said they wished. Wilma shows, and they already have her little lab coat ready and waiting. I tell her that she's the super-hero who always sticks it on the first try, and she laughed and said I probally jinxsed her now. She tried the left arm, since the other was rather pin-cushioned by this time. No love. She must have nicked it or something though, cuz by the time she pulled the needle out there was a nice bruise already forming. So she went back to the right arm, and gets the vein instantly. They fill the little bottle in no time, and tape me up. I told them that I love them all, but really hope I don't have to come back and see them ever again. They're a great bunch of ladies, it's just not fun for any of us when I have to come see them. My doc even apologizes every time he has to send me to the lab. I'm not a squeamish about the needles anymore, though I don't like them by a long shot. I just try to joke and laugh about it, cuz otherwise it'll blow. And laughing's always fun. I know it's gonna suck, they know it's gonna suck, so why not at least have some fun with it? Maybe I should just learn to do it myself. Some other dude walked in for his own bloodwork when I was on my 4th poke, and he was watching all the trouble it was with me. I told him that they're all very good at their job... He laughed and didn't look so sure at all.
It was just MarkyMark's birthday. It kind of sucks not being able to celebrate birthdays together, but I get to make up for it soon. I love MarkyMark. We had quite a scare the other day because PieCat was missing. Marky was really starting to worry about her, she'd been missing for about 8 hours. PieCat was found in the shed, apparently MarkyMark's gramp had locked her in there on accident. MarkyMark washed her up, and she has barely left Marky's side since. Poor girl.
When my grandmother went on her little road trip this summer, her and gramps stopped at some garage sales (as usual), and found something they thought was perfect for me. I admit, when I first heard about it I said Hell-to-the-no! To my grams. Yeah, I'm a great kid... But then the idea started to not be quite as creepy. And now that's it's arrived (my parents brought him), I think it's mad cool. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Rowdy (his tempory name, a homage to the stuffed dog on Scrubs). I keep catching him out of the corner of my eye and thinking he's moved. I keep freakin myself out. But I love him. How many people do you know that have someone's taxidermied dog from a garage sale in their freakin house? I'm not too sure MarkyMark will find it as awesome as I do...
Crossbow's off in Texas for some sort of super-special training. She won't be back till late September. By that time Hefe will be gone for his bullshit in North Carolina. And ThanksgivingGirl's leaving to go home to the east coast for 2 weeks. All my bro's are leaving me. I was thinking the other day, and I really need to get out and get some new friends. Really. Cuz in our job, you never know, they could decide to transfer any of my buds at any time. And then I'm completely assed out. I guess everyone doing their training and vacations just has me depressed or some shit. It just blows that once you get close to someone they leave (StapleGun, Choncho's leaving this weekend, SwimBoy has like a month left till his contract's up and he'll be leaving. He doesn't want to renew the contract, the wifey wants to move back to her home state of Florida.) I need friends that aren't from my work, so I don't have to worry about them leaving my ass all the time.
Whatever, I've rambled long enough, I'm gonna take a nap. Much love to you all, and I'll try to update more often. Try.
As I'm sure you've guessed, I took today off work. I suppose I didn't really need to, since they'll be sleeping all day, but whatever.
Sorry I've been AWOL. I either haven't had anything to say, or I've been so beat by the time that I get home that I just completely crash. I don't even cook dinner most nights, just pass out.
I got Starbucks with Hefe last night, and we just chilled at his house talking till like 11. I don't know what it is, but me and that guy can just talk about the randomest shit for hours. We only shut up last night cuz I looked at my phone and saw that it was 11, and he had to work today. I stopped in at a 24 hour store for some necessary groceries last night, and ended up talkin to some weird (and I think drunk) dude for like 15 minutes. It was funny, he was going on and on about how Sacramento has a secret fued going on between all the different races, and how houses get burned down and shit. Crazy dude...
When I got home I cleaned up the house some. Just tryin to make it not appear to be so much of a war zone. I think I finally went to bed at 1 something.
When I went to my orthopedic surgeon last week she said my knee's lookin great, and I don't need to see her anymore. I was tellin her about my new problem, and she gave me about 2 week's worth of pills, and said to call her and let her know if they were working or not, and she'd write me a perscription. I guess these pills are something they've started using on people with Fibromyalgia. Dudes, they are the shit. While they don't take away all my pain (nothing does anyway), they do make it so I don't get the brain fog, which my last pills didn't do. This doc is fucking awesome. She said she was helpin me out cuz she likes me, and doesn't think someone my age needs to be using a frickin cane to walk. After she said that though I started thinking, why does this chick like me? I mean, there's nothing I could really see. It's been bugging me. She told me if there's ever anything I need, just call and she'll try to help me out. Which is awesome, but that I don't know why is bugging me. I know, just shut up Kay.
Then I met with my normal doc Tuesday, just to follow up on my million things going on. I've got a pre-op on the 6th, and surgery on the 15th. He said the Cat scan results (I've had two) can't tell if my lump/tumor/whatever in my neck is benign or malignant, so they definately want it out. They'll do testing on the tissue afterwards to find out if it's bad news. So I'll be out of work approx 5 days for that. Then after I'm fixed up from that I need to get the wisdom teeth out. And why wouldn't I be blessed with all four? My dentist said the bottom ones are in sideways, so they'll need to drill those bad boys out. It's cool though. After my first surgery I'm not really freakin out anymore. I'm cool with anyone cutting into me for whatever they need. I know it'll be alright. I'm not looking forward to the IV, but I'll do whatever I need to to get this shit straightened out.
(If you're a bit queasy about blood and needles you might just want to skip this):
I set a new personal record at the Lab this week. I needed one more blood test, just one little bottle. I walked in and said, "I don't want to be that guy, but can I request that either *Betty* or *Wilma* draw my blood today?" The chick sitting at the desk (we'll call her Pebbles, since she's a bit younger than my requested techs) remembered me, since she tries every time I go in there to get my blood, and fails every time. So Betty tried first, and stuck my right arm, with no love. Then I asked if she wanted to go for the hand, since that's what she had success with last time. She said if I was down, she'd give it a try. No love there either. The vein was moving in my hand, it just kept scooting away from the needle. Betty says she's done, and Pebbles asks if she can give it a try, since Wilma works in another part of the clinic now, and they're only to call her for emergencies. I tell Pebbles to go for it, I don't have a preference who tries. She also tries the right arm, since the veins there just feel better than the left arm. No love. The ladies feel so bad that they keep stabbing and stabbing me, but I feel bad because I'm making their job suck. Pebbles only tries once, then calls Wilma. So we're waiting for her to get there, and I ask if I can just paper-cut my finger and squeeze the blood into the little tube or something. They laughed and said they wished. Wilma shows, and they already have her little lab coat ready and waiting. I tell her that she's the super-hero who always sticks it on the first try, and she laughed and said I probally jinxsed her now. She tried the left arm, since the other was rather pin-cushioned by this time. No love. She must have nicked it or something though, cuz by the time she pulled the needle out there was a nice bruise already forming. So she went back to the right arm, and gets the vein instantly. They fill the little bottle in no time, and tape me up. I told them that I love them all, but really hope I don't have to come back and see them ever again. They're a great bunch of ladies, it's just not fun for any of us when I have to come see them. My doc even apologizes every time he has to send me to the lab. I'm not a squeamish about the needles anymore, though I don't like them by a long shot. I just try to joke and laugh about it, cuz otherwise it'll blow. And laughing's always fun. I know it's gonna suck, they know it's gonna suck, so why not at least have some fun with it? Maybe I should just learn to do it myself. Some other dude walked in for his own bloodwork when I was on my 4th poke, and he was watching all the trouble it was with me. I told him that they're all very good at their job... He laughed and didn't look so sure at all.
It was just MarkyMark's birthday. It kind of sucks not being able to celebrate birthdays together, but I get to make up for it soon. I love MarkyMark. We had quite a scare the other day because PieCat was missing. Marky was really starting to worry about her, she'd been missing for about 8 hours. PieCat was found in the shed, apparently MarkyMark's gramp had locked her in there on accident. MarkyMark washed her up, and she has barely left Marky's side since. Poor girl.
When my grandmother went on her little road trip this summer, her and gramps stopped at some garage sales (as usual), and found something they thought was perfect for me. I admit, when I first heard about it I said Hell-to-the-no! To my grams. Yeah, I'm a great kid... But then the idea started to not be quite as creepy. And now that's it's arrived (my parents brought him), I think it's mad cool. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Rowdy (his tempory name, a homage to the stuffed dog on Scrubs). I keep catching him out of the corner of my eye and thinking he's moved. I keep freakin myself out. But I love him. How many people do you know that have someone's taxidermied dog from a garage sale in their freakin house? I'm not too sure MarkyMark will find it as awesome as I do...
Crossbow's off in Texas for some sort of super-special training. She won't be back till late September. By that time Hefe will be gone for his bullshit in North Carolina. And ThanksgivingGirl's leaving to go home to the east coast for 2 weeks. All my bro's are leaving me. I was thinking the other day, and I really need to get out and get some new friends. Really. Cuz in our job, you never know, they could decide to transfer any of my buds at any time. And then I'm completely assed out. I guess everyone doing their training and vacations just has me depressed or some shit. It just blows that once you get close to someone they leave (StapleGun, Choncho's leaving this weekend, SwimBoy has like a month left till his contract's up and he'll be leaving. He doesn't want to renew the contract, the wifey wants to move back to her home state of Florida.) I need friends that aren't from my work, so I don't have to worry about them leaving my ass all the time.
Whatever, I've rambled long enough, I'm gonna take a nap. Much love to you all, and I'll try to update more often. Try.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Weeee ken'D
I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated and kept you all in the loop. I've still got some major brain fog due to the pain pills I take every day, so today's post will be in the form of a list, as usual. Some of the things I've had/have going on:
I was supposed to go see AC/DShe last night with Crossbow, her mom, and ThanksgivingGirl, but Crossbow dogged us out. So instead, ThanksgivingGirl came over here and we made soap. We both decided last week that we want to do crafts and such, so we're going to have a weekly craft night. We made soap Friday and Saturday night, and are a bit burned out on it now. But that's ok, we've got all the stuff to make chocolate candies this coming Friday.
I found out I don't have breast cancer (but I kind of want a second opinion to find out what is going on. Scary stuff.)
I still haven't had a housewarming party. I'm not sure I want to have one, cuz then people I don't really like will know where I live. Right now only Hefe, Crossbow (and her husband), ThanksgivingGirl, and of course MarkyMark have been here. I'm completely ok leaving it that way.
ThanksgivingGirl has a cute new kitten named
Nora. She's a feisty little devil too
I finally washed one of my trucks (first time since before the surgery). And then it goes and rains that night and my truck looks like hot ass again.
I made a kick-ass potroast
My parents decided they're coming to visit the first weekend in August (watch the news for word of a double-murder in Nor Cal...)
I read a hilarious book by Augusten Burroughs
This is the most beautiful thing in the world. If any of you crazy kids come to the housewarming party I won't be having, we shall drink much Kokanee, and play much air hockey.
I got a CT Scan
I got a tiny, tube-like video camera shoved up my nose by a doctor
I had another doctor stab me in the neck a couple times in order to extract cells to examine them under a microscope
We made all this frickin soap yesterday. Lots of different colors and smells. The top half is what I kept, and the bottom half went home with ThanksgivingGirl. It got to the point when we were making it that we were just closing our eyes and grabbing a scent or color, because we just didn't care anymore. Amazing how fast you can get burned out...
Hefe has started coming over on Sunday mornings to type and print off his weekly essays for an English class he's in (he doesn't have a printer). I review it and offer my suggestions, and we usually end up discussing all sorts of things, eventually leading to one of us saying the world is a fucked up place. And when he leaves I go grocery shopping for the week
I've got to go to the Ear Nose and Throat doc again tomorrow
Ok, I think I'm done.
Much love to you all, hope you enjoy what's left of the weekend.
I was supposed to go see AC/DShe last night with Crossbow, her mom, and ThanksgivingGirl, but Crossbow dogged us out. So instead, ThanksgivingGirl came over here and we made soap. We both decided last week that we want to do crafts and such, so we're going to have a weekly craft night. We made soap Friday and Saturday night, and are a bit burned out on it now. But that's ok, we've got all the stuff to make chocolate candies this coming Friday.
I found out I don't have breast cancer (but I kind of want a second opinion to find out what is going on. Scary stuff.)
I still haven't had a housewarming party. I'm not sure I want to have one, cuz then people I don't really like will know where I live. Right now only Hefe, Crossbow (and her husband), ThanksgivingGirl, and of course MarkyMark have been here. I'm completely ok leaving it that way.
ThanksgivingGirl has a cute new kitten named
Nora. She's a feisty little devil tooI finally washed one of my trucks (first time since before the surgery). And then it goes and rains that night and my truck looks like hot ass again.
I made a kick-ass potroast
My parents decided they're coming to visit the first weekend in August (watch the news for word of a double-murder in Nor Cal...)
I read a hilarious book by Augusten Burroughs
This is the most beautiful thing in the world. If any of you crazy kids come to the housewarming party I won't be having, we shall drink much Kokanee, and play much air hockey.I got a CT Scan
I got a tiny, tube-like video camera shoved up my nose by a doctor
I had another doctor stab me in the neck a couple times in order to extract cells to examine them under a microscope
We made all this frickin soap yesterday. Lots of different colors and smells. The top half is what I kept, and the bottom half went home with ThanksgivingGirl. It got to the point when we were making it that we were just closing our eyes and grabbing a scent or color, because we just didn't care anymore. Amazing how fast you can get burned out...Hefe has started coming over on Sunday mornings to type and print off his weekly essays for an English class he's in (he doesn't have a printer). I review it and offer my suggestions, and we usually end up discussing all sorts of things, eventually leading to one of us saying the world is a fucked up place. And when he leaves I go grocery shopping for the week
I've got to go to the Ear Nose and Throat doc again tomorrow
Ok, I think I'm done.
Much love to you all, hope you enjoy what's left of the weekend.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
I'm so not dead
I don't really have a legitimate excuse for disappearing but I'm about to attempt a brilliant explanation, if I do say so myself.
1) I had knee surgery.
2) I had to pack to move into the new house.
3) I moved into the new house, which didn't have my cable hooked up immediately because Comcast had to schedule a hookup appointment, and my schedule's rather full of Physical Therapy appointments.
4) I haven't gotten my furniture delivered from "home" yet, so it's not exactly the bestest thing ever to be browsin the net from my floor. Cuz that's what I'm doing right now. Just for you.
5) I got a slight promotion at work, and haven't really got an office at the moment, which makes it difficult to blog at work.
6) I had a birthday which sucked mightily and I had to drown my sorrows. Still workin on that.
7) I have many many doctors appointments, filled with lots of bloodwork, non-answers, pain, painkillers that don't work and just make me sick, more appointments, less answers, 2 more surgeries in the near future, and a general sense of helplessness and depression.
So, that's pretty much it. I'm not going to pretend to drop some heartfelt apology on you, and you don't have to pretend to care.
I bought my first ever oil painting this weekend between going to the gym and the pool with CrossBow (we were going to eat some greasy fast food when I spotted it.) I'm in love with it, and it now hangs in my bedroom. With my floor-bed and my tiny tv.
My furniutre and such might get delivered this week.
I miss MarkyMark so much. I think the depression isn't helping much. Neither is not being able to sleep. I'm a wee bit stessed out:
I've got approximately 11 months left with this job, which means less than 11 months to figure out what the hell's going on with me medically before I'm without medical coverage.
I don't know where my life's going.
I'm getting old.
I have no concrete plans for my future.
In 11 months, may I come crash with one of you if me and Marky don't work out? I have no problem with sleeping on floors, and I have my own sleeping bag. Just don't hide my cane while I'm sleeping alright?
I believe I might have Fibromyalgia
I've got to try to get to sleep now or I'll be a trainwreck in the morning.
Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have a million thoughts rambling through my head and none of them are worth sharing. Just saying I'm here, I'm alive, and I miss you all.
1) I had knee surgery.
2) I had to pack to move into the new house.
3) I moved into the new house, which didn't have my cable hooked up immediately because Comcast had to schedule a hookup appointment, and my schedule's rather full of Physical Therapy appointments.
4) I haven't gotten my furniture delivered from "home" yet, so it's not exactly the bestest thing ever to be browsin the net from my floor. Cuz that's what I'm doing right now. Just for you.
5) I got a slight promotion at work, and haven't really got an office at the moment, which makes it difficult to blog at work.
6) I had a birthday which sucked mightily and I had to drown my sorrows. Still workin on that.
7) I have many many doctors appointments, filled with lots of bloodwork, non-answers, pain, painkillers that don't work and just make me sick, more appointments, less answers, 2 more surgeries in the near future, and a general sense of helplessness and depression.
So, that's pretty much it. I'm not going to pretend to drop some heartfelt apology on you, and you don't have to pretend to care.
I bought my first ever oil painting this weekend between going to the gym and the pool with CrossBow (we were going to eat some greasy fast food when I spotted it.) I'm in love with it, and it now hangs in my bedroom. With my floor-bed and my tiny tv.My furniutre and such might get delivered this week.
I miss MarkyMark so much. I think the depression isn't helping much. Neither is not being able to sleep. I'm a wee bit stessed out:
I've got approximately 11 months left with this job, which means less than 11 months to figure out what the hell's going on with me medically before I'm without medical coverage.
I don't know where my life's going.
I'm getting old.
I have no concrete plans for my future.
In 11 months, may I come crash with one of you if me and Marky don't work out? I have no problem with sleeping on floors, and I have my own sleeping bag. Just don't hide my cane while I'm sleeping alright?
I believe I might have Fibromyalgia
I've got to try to get to sleep now or I'll be a trainwreck in the morning.
Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have a million thoughts rambling through my head and none of them are worth sharing. Just saying I'm here, I'm alive, and I miss you all.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
It's almost the weekend. Almost.
I've got a 4 day weekend coming up, and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. Well, I'll do the best I can from my crutches. I think it's time to go out and get trashed again, but we'll see. I didn't go out at all with StapleGun while she was here. That makes me a bit sad, she's always a blast. The timing was just never right though. Crossbow just went home to TheBay and went out with her old homies, so not sure if she'll be down. I should probably start packing my shit up, but I know I won't. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. Just a wee bit.
Look at the beauty of Mi Casa! It's the downstairs part with the open door. A big beautiful beauty. June first that new house is mine kids! I don't have words to convey just how happy this makes me. And I know the place isn't new; it's actually rather old, but that's part of its charm. This will be the first place that's mine and only mine. I have no idea what I'm going to do with 3 freakin bedrooms, Lord knows I don't have enough furniture to fill it... Me and Hefe have joked about him moving in with me, but I doubt that'll happen. He's got his own place, and I know he needs his space sometimes. Hell, so do I. Plus, he's still my boss. Such things are frowned upon at my work. Actually, they're not so much frowned upon as downright forbidden. And since I kick it with everyone I work with, I doubt such thing would stay a secret. If only MarkyMark could relocate. That would make everything perfect. 
Plus, I'd then have custody of PieCat, since she resides with MarkyMark. God I miss that cat. She's my sweet little girl. That's PieCat with a ginormous Teddy Bear I may or may not have bought for MarkyMark one Valentine's before I was informed that MarkyMark strongly dislikes stuffed animals. But MarkyMark still has it, 2 years later... That's love. Or something.
Garbage is releasing a Best Of cd mid June, and I'm so getting it. It's going to have one (or was it two?) new song(s), a DVD of a bunch of the songs live, and, of course, the best shite they've ever released (according to some network exec who's probably never listened to them in his life...)
And my girls The Donnas are releasing a new CD sometime this summer. This is a good year musically kiddies. For me anyway.
I've got to go. My knee's tweakin like a mother-fucker, and I need to go ice it (Ice ice baby). If only my painkillers didn't make me so damn loopy, then I might still be taking them.
Look at the beauty of Mi Casa! It's the downstairs part with the open door. A big beautiful beauty. June first that new house is mine kids! I don't have words to convey just how happy this makes me. And I know the place isn't new; it's actually rather old, but that's part of its charm. This will be the first place that's mine and only mine. I have no idea what I'm going to do with 3 freakin bedrooms, Lord knows I don't have enough furniture to fill it... Me and Hefe have joked about him moving in with me, but I doubt that'll happen. He's got his own place, and I know he needs his space sometimes. Hell, so do I. Plus, he's still my boss. Such things are frowned upon at my work. Actually, they're not so much frowned upon as downright forbidden. And since I kick it with everyone I work with, I doubt such thing would stay a secret. If only MarkyMark could relocate. That would make everything perfect. 
Plus, I'd then have custody of PieCat, since she resides with MarkyMark. God I miss that cat. She's my sweet little girl. That's PieCat with a ginormous Teddy Bear I may or may not have bought for MarkyMark one Valentine's before I was informed that MarkyMark strongly dislikes stuffed animals. But MarkyMark still has it, 2 years later... That's love. Or something.Garbage is releasing a Best Of cd mid June, and I'm so getting it. It's going to have one (or was it two?) new song(s), a DVD of a bunch of the songs live, and, of course, the best shite they've ever released (according to some network exec who's probably never listened to them in his life...)
And my girls The Donnas are releasing a new CD sometime this summer. This is a good year musically kiddies. For me anyway.I've got to go. My knee's tweakin like a mother-fucker, and I need to go ice it (Ice ice baby). If only my painkillers didn't make me so damn loopy, then I might still be taking them.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Hey kids
I had my surgery this afternoon. My leg is wrapped from just above my knee all the way down to my foot and has been propped up since I got home at 4 pm. It hurts a bit, but I've been in more pain. I'm taking my pills religiously, and icing every hour or two. I'm awesome on crutches, and I'm allowed to put some weight on it.
Thanksgiving girl picked me up at 1030, stayed with me thru my nurse jabbing the fuck out of my hand to put my IV in, then when he switched to the other and finally managed to get it in. She left me at 1230. and I really appreciate her being there for me. She kept me entertained and laughing. She laughed her ass off when my nurse told me to stip and put on the sexy gown and I asked "EVERYthing?" and my nurse said I could "keep my panties on" (because TGG knows I hate that word).
Crossbow picked me up after I woke up at 230, and got me food and took me home. I'm feeling hella nauseous this second and need to go lay down before I hurl.
Thanks for all the well wishes.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
God damn
Oh my dear sweet baby Jesus. I'm dying inside my head, and because we're a week out to surgery now kids, I can't do anything about it. I have a headache the size of your mom, and all my other joints are fucking me out of my mind with pain. My elbow is excruciating. My elbow folks. How the fuck is that related to my knee pain I'd like to know. I left work at 11 30, although I don't really see what the point was. Hurt here, hurt there, who gives a fuck right?
IHOP was and always will be the shit. StapleGun, Hawaiian, another chick and I went there, and all was good in the world. There's nothing some french toast can't cure. I'd go there now if I hadn't just taken my sleepy pills. And if my stomach wasn't being a whiny little bitch. You shut up or I'll punch you in your crap-lousy face! Or something like that.
I have to admit I'm not much of a drunk dialer. Mostly my friends take my phone so I'll stop texting and be social before we've even finished the first drink. Crossbow does that a lot. I've drunk dialed MarkyMark, but I think that's it. I threw my phone across a yard and into a sprinkler once because my dear mother was calling and I didn't want her to know I was trashed.
Regarding MarkyMark, I'm not really sure what to say. MarkyMark lives 701 miles away from me, according to the almighty Google; and as a result, I don't see MarkyMark very often.
I'm going back to bed. Love to you all.
IHOP was and always will be the shit. StapleGun, Hawaiian, another chick and I went there, and all was good in the world. There's nothing some french toast can't cure. I'd go there now if I hadn't just taken my sleepy pills. And if my stomach wasn't being a whiny little bitch. You shut up or I'll punch you in your crap-lousy face! Or something like that.
I have to admit I'm not much of a drunk dialer. Mostly my friends take my phone so I'll stop texting and be social before we've even finished the first drink. Crossbow does that a lot. I've drunk dialed MarkyMark, but I think that's it. I threw my phone across a yard and into a sprinkler once because my dear mother was calling and I didn't want her to know I was trashed.
Regarding MarkyMark, I'm not really sure what to say. MarkyMark lives 701 miles away from me, according to the almighty Google; and as a result, I don't see MarkyMark very often.
I'm going back to bed. Love to you all.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Robert, It's fine with me if you're gay dear
I love Raymond.
I saw my new doctor yesterday. She said I definitely have patellofemoral syndrome, but since I've now got pain in all my other joints, that's probably not all that I've got going on. Which is perhaps why my knees refuse to fix themselves no matter what I try.
So NewDoc tells me to get a bunch of blood work immediately, and she wants to go into my right knee, because she believes I've got a tear in my miniscus, which is what's been causing my right knee to give. Peachy. Blood, needles, and surgery. 3 things I'm not a fan of. Then outside the little smelly room I was in, she asks her nurse/receptionist to schedule me a surgery date and the woman asks if I'm doing anything May 8th. As in just over 2 weeks. I say, nope, I'm free, and she writes me down. I start going into shock. Shock that compounds when NewDoc hands me the paperwork with all the blood tests she wants done. There are 7 of them listed on there people. I'm standing there imagining the gallons of blood they're going to need to perform such tests.
So I go back to my primary care people and they order the tests so I go to the lab and check in. I warn the dude I'm not such a big fan of needles, or of my blood being outside of me. He was a good lab tech tho. He got me all distracted and took 6 bottles of blood before I knew it.
I've been told Pie-Cat's new name for today is LoopyLufwafa. She gets a new nickname every day. I've heard that Lufwafa's are very lovable.
Back to the knees, the receptionist chick called me today and said all my appointments are scheduled and call her for the info. Dude... I'm having surgery...
MarkyMark sent me a package and I got it today! I love getting packages. It was just lots of little silliness.
Crossbow said she'll make sure someone takes me to and from my surgery, and they'll all take turns driving me, and getting me whatever I need. And by all that means Bow, ThanksgivingGirl, Hefe and that's probably it. Hefe told me yesterday that he's going to tell the big boss that he needs to be on call for me 24 hours a day to make soup runs or whatever. Silly Hefe's just trying to scam out of work. Not that I blame him... It's a good idea. And Crossbow and ThanksgivingGirl just want me to hurry up and get a handicapped parking pass. I love those crazy cats. Love love love.
I took my sleepy pills a while ago, and it's getting tired to type straight, so I've got to go. Please forgive spelling mistakes, I don't care right now.
Don't be a Fwaf!
I saw my new doctor yesterday. She said I definitely have patellofemoral syndrome, but since I've now got pain in all my other joints, that's probably not all that I've got going on. Which is perhaps why my knees refuse to fix themselves no matter what I try.
So NewDoc tells me to get a bunch of blood work immediately, and she wants to go into my right knee, because she believes I've got a tear in my miniscus, which is what's been causing my right knee to give. Peachy. Blood, needles, and surgery. 3 things I'm not a fan of. Then outside the little smelly room I was in, she asks her nurse/receptionist to schedule me a surgery date and the woman asks if I'm doing anything May 8th. As in just over 2 weeks. I say, nope, I'm free, and she writes me down. I start going into shock. Shock that compounds when NewDoc hands me the paperwork with all the blood tests she wants done. There are 7 of them listed on there people. I'm standing there imagining the gallons of blood they're going to need to perform such tests.
So I go back to my primary care people and they order the tests so I go to the lab and check in. I warn the dude I'm not such a big fan of needles, or of my blood being outside of me. He was a good lab tech tho. He got me all distracted and took 6 bottles of blood before I knew it.
I've been told Pie-Cat's new name for today is LoopyLufwafa. She gets a new nickname every day. I've heard that Lufwafa's are very lovable. Back to the knees, the receptionist chick called me today and said all my appointments are scheduled and call her for the info. Dude... I'm having surgery...
MarkyMark sent me a package and I got it today! I love getting packages. It was just lots of little silliness.
Crossbow said she'll make sure someone takes me to and from my surgery, and they'll all take turns driving me, and getting me whatever I need. And by all that means Bow, ThanksgivingGirl, Hefe and that's probably it. Hefe told me yesterday that he's going to tell the big boss that he needs to be on call for me 24 hours a day to make soup runs or whatever. Silly Hefe's just trying to scam out of work. Not that I blame him... It's a good idea. And Crossbow and ThanksgivingGirl just want me to hurry up and get a handicapped parking pass. I love those crazy cats. Love love love.
I took my sleepy pills a while ago, and it's getting tired to type straight, so I've got to go. Please forgive spelling mistakes, I don't care right now.
Don't be a Fwaf!
Friday, April 13, 2007
I can't keep my days straight anymore
I went to work on my normal shifts Monday and Tuesday, but found out Tuesday night I was getting put on the 12 hour night shift for a special job we had going on Wednesday thru Friday. Fun! So I went home and tried staying up as late as I could Tuesday, but still being wiped out from the weekend, I only managed to make it till about 11:30 Tuesday night. Then I was up by 8 am. Good news was, I was working with Hefe, Crossbow, and our bud Choncho. I've worked these night shifts with Hefe and Choncho before, and while it's brutal trying to stay up, it's usually fun. So Crossbow texted me about 8:30 Wednesday morning asking if I wanted to go tan and run some errands with her. We were done before noon and I went back home to relax and maybe try to sleep some more. That shit didn't happen.
Got to work at 6 pm, and it was just me and Choncho, since Hefe and Bow's shift didn't start till 7. It was a brutal, boring night, since there wasn't really anything going on. We were just there in case the phones rang, all manning our specific sections (but usually all gathered in Choncho's office, because it was just more fun) and trying to stay awake. We watched some Super Troopers; asked each other random questions, just going around the room spouting shit (What's your favorite color, who would you rather do Rosie or Ellen-that was the guys-what alcohol would you drink right now if you could?); batted a hackey sack with my cane, until the little rubber stopper end flew off and was 3 inches from slamming into my head...
Around 2 or 3 am we were all so bored, Hefe and Choncho were coloring the fuzzy poster I'd brought (I like to color when I get bored, and as much shit as they talked, so does everyone else), and Bow was falling asleep.
When I got off work at 6 am, I fell asleep the second I got home, but was awake and ready to go by 2 pm. Got to work by 6 pm, armed with my 4 pack of Redbull, some movies, and STILL forgetting my thumb drive full of pictures from last weekend so I could post some up here. We only ended up working until 11:30 that night, since all the other shops were released to go home early, and there was nothing we could really do. And I didn't have to go to work on Friday. Hell to the yeah bitches!
My sleep schedule's all kinds of fucked up, I just can't sleep anymore. I've had a couple of my beautiful Kokanee beers that I smuggled home in my duffle, but I'm thinkin it's time to bust out the sleeping pills.
I'll post about last weekend, with pictures, soon, I promise.
Got to work at 6 pm, and it was just me and Choncho, since Hefe and Bow's shift didn't start till 7. It was a brutal, boring night, since there wasn't really anything going on. We were just there in case the phones rang, all manning our specific sections (but usually all gathered in Choncho's office, because it was just more fun) and trying to stay awake. We watched some Super Troopers; asked each other random questions, just going around the room spouting shit (What's your favorite color, who would you rather do Rosie or Ellen-that was the guys-what alcohol would you drink right now if you could?); batted a hackey sack with my cane, until the little rubber stopper end flew off and was 3 inches from slamming into my head...
Around 2 or 3 am we were all so bored, Hefe and Choncho were coloring the fuzzy poster I'd brought (I like to color when I get bored, and as much shit as they talked, so does everyone else), and Bow was falling asleep.
When I got off work at 6 am, I fell asleep the second I got home, but was awake and ready to go by 2 pm. Got to work by 6 pm, armed with my 4 pack of Redbull, some movies, and STILL forgetting my thumb drive full of pictures from last weekend so I could post some up here. We only ended up working until 11:30 that night, since all the other shops were released to go home early, and there was nothing we could really do. And I didn't have to go to work on Friday. Hell to the yeah bitches!
My sleep schedule's all kinds of fucked up, I just can't sleep anymore. I've had a couple of my beautiful Kokanee beers that I smuggled home in my duffle, but I'm thinkin it's time to bust out the sleeping pills.
I'll post about last weekend, with pictures, soon, I promise.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Random things you'll wish you never knew about me
That's right, I haven't got anything today, so we're going to build a beautiful, beautiful list.
1) I love living in California.
2) I love alcohol.
3) I would still love California without the alcohol.
4) Probably.
5) Most of my friends are from work.
6) I'm ok with that. They're some funny people.
7) I'm going to see Blades of Glory on Saturday with ThanksgivingGirl.
8) She's from work too.
9) I'm addicted to infomercials. I have to turn the channel, or I'll buy anything they're selling.
10) Seriously. I have Proactive, the 6 Week Body Makeover, the Red Fitness system, Some Microderm Shit... I'm sure I'm forgetting some...
11) And yes they all suck.
12) Patron is the fucking bomb.
13) I've decided that when I have my going-away party from work, I'm getting myself some Patron Platinum.
14) Only 14 more months till my going-away party.
15) You should come. It's gonna be wild.
16) But we'll probably go back to the gay club.
17) Because it is fucking awesome.
18) I got a cane today. It's not like a pimp cane, it's like an old man cane.
19) As embarrassing as it is, with everyone looking at me, it made my limp go away, so I guess it's not that bad.
20) I just talked to Crossbow on the phone and she said when we go out next she's gonna pimp my cane out with black and white... something. And then I must wear my black and white fugly hat with it.
21) And my Docs. I love my Docs.
22) Crossbow's away on vacation this week. I miss her.
23) I used to have my navel pierced.
24) I took it out because I wasn't a fan of infection.
25) It only got infected a couple times, I just am that much of a non-fan.
26) I kind of miss it. It was fun to play with.
27) My ears are only pierced once in each lobe.
28) I'm cool with that.
29) Some people call me a pansy because I drink "Bitch Beers."
30) See 28.
31) Actually, I only drink Smirnoff Ice. Red or Black label. None of that fruity shit.
32) And of course, my Patron. My beautiful, beautiful Patron.
33) "You must let me in... Because I feel the hot rhythm of disco burning in my loins."
34) I love that 70's show. Most times.
35) I really want Heelys. You can get them in adult sizes you know.
36) You know I won't do it. I can see me fucking my knees up pretty bad on a pair of those bad boys.
37) They'd still be fun though...
38) What the fuck is up with
UFO Pants?
39) Do people really buy into shit like this? The Verseo Portable Aqua-Toner Exerciser w/Carrying Handle...
40) Who am I kidding, given a convincing enough infomercial, I'd buy it.
41) Oh my God! I just dropped my keyboard on my knee!
42) Oh that is not the Lord.
43) I like disco music. If I could find a disco bar, I'd so be there.
44) I like grits. But not southern style. I need a little sugar on mine.
45) I think it'd be fucking tight to be a bartender.
46) Once I've gotten this whole knee thing squared away so I can stand, I'm taking that damn course in Sac-town... Oh I'm doing it.
47) Unless they cut off my knees. Then I'm going to run marathons. With my prosthetic legs.
48) And the whole time I was running I'd be saying "New legs! Lieutenant Dan's got new legs!"
49) Yeah... Yeah, I think I'm funny. God that'd be funny.
50) I used to rock at hide-and-go-seek.
51) We should play that some time. Maybe with some booze. Probably a lot of it.
52) It could be fun.
53) Unless the booze ran out. Hmmmm.
54) Call me what you will, but I like flannel sheets.
55) They're just so soft.
56) I need a bigger bed. I'm talkin California King baby.
57) But... I don't have space for such things right now.
58) "I'll stay."
59) "I suggest you hit Sir."
60) "I also like to live dangerously."
61) I think Cinderella is my favorite of all the Disney Princesses.
62) The Jungle Book comes out this year... Sometime.
63) I can still remember watching that on VHS at my Gram and Gramp's house.
64) I miss my grandparents. I need to call them more. But it's not the same as being able to just swing in and give them a hug.
65) I have a problem hugging people. Actually, that's incorrect, I can hug people, I have a problem with people hugging me.
66) I think it's a bout not being in control.
67) There are two person in this world who can hug me without me being all freaked out.
68) They're not family.
69) Some people's hugs can make everything ok again.
70) I like to read books. I need more shelf space.
71) I need more space period.
72) Or just less shit.
73) My stepdad scares the shit out of me.
74) My knee still hurts from the keyboard.
75) Or maybe just cuz it's a little fucking bitch. God I hate my knees. Stupid... D'oh!
76) Audrey Hepburn was beautiful.
77) I think she's my favorite actress.
78) Why can't I live closer to a Chick-fil-A?
79) I fall asleep on the phone. A lot.
80) I know that's got to be frustrating. I don't mean to.
81) I argue when I'm half asleep.
82) I don't like spiders. At all.
83) I'm a nerd.
84) My friends use me for Tech Support.
85) That's cool. I like the challenge of trying to figure out what's wrong with the computers.
86) Crossbow's computer recently had an issue. She's never had virus protection on it. Ever. And her firewall was disabled. When I ran a scan, she had 148 "Threats." I just laughed...
87) It's all better, don't worry.
88) God, how did I get to 88? Oh, right, this is just bullshit.
89) I'm no good at twirling a cane.
90) I love my phone. I go into mild panic-attacks if it's not on me.
91) I once got to work, realized I didn't have it, and turned around to go back and get it.
92) Yes, I was late to work, but it didn't matter. I needed my phone.
93) I know I'm a huge toolbag.
94) ThanksgivingGirl bet me 20 bucks I couldn't eat a whole medium pizza from Pizza Hut on Tuesday.
95) I'm both ashamed and proud to say that I won...
96) Mostly ashamed.
97) I want to bake cupcakes.
98) But not tonight.
99) I huuuuuuuuuuuuurt
100) I might have a slight tendency to be a bit whiney.
101) You got a problem with that? Bring it.
102) Yeah Holly, I'm talkin to you.
103) Oh my God I'm tired. We're done here.
1) I love living in California.
2) I love alcohol.
3) I would still love California without the alcohol.
4) Probably.
5) Most of my friends are from work.
6) I'm ok with that. They're some funny people.
7) I'm going to see Blades of Glory on Saturday with ThanksgivingGirl.
8) She's from work too.
9) I'm addicted to infomercials. I have to turn the channel, or I'll buy anything they're selling.
10) Seriously. I have Proactive, the 6 Week Body Makeover, the Red Fitness system, Some Microderm Shit... I'm sure I'm forgetting some...
11) And yes they all suck.
12) Patron is the fucking bomb.
13) I've decided that when I have my going-away party from work, I'm getting myself some Patron Platinum.
14) Only 14 more months till my going-away party.
15) You should come. It's gonna be wild.
16) But we'll probably go back to the gay club.
17) Because it is fucking awesome.
18) I got a cane today. It's not like a pimp cane, it's like an old man cane.
19) As embarrassing as it is, with everyone looking at me, it made my limp go away, so I guess it's not that bad.
20) I just talked to Crossbow on the phone and she said when we go out next she's gonna pimp my cane out with black and white... something. And then I must wear my black and white fugly hat with it.
21) And my Docs. I love my Docs.
22) Crossbow's away on vacation this week. I miss her.
23) I used to have my navel pierced.
24) I took it out because I wasn't a fan of infection.
25) It only got infected a couple times, I just am that much of a non-fan.
26) I kind of miss it. It was fun to play with.
27) My ears are only pierced once in each lobe.
28) I'm cool with that.
29) Some people call me a pansy because I drink "Bitch Beers."
30) See 28.
31) Actually, I only drink Smirnoff Ice. Red or Black label. None of that fruity shit.
32) And of course, my Patron. My beautiful, beautiful Patron.
33) "You must let me in... Because I feel the hot rhythm of disco burning in my loins."
34) I love that 70's show. Most times.
35) I really want Heelys. You can get them in adult sizes you know.
36) You know I won't do it. I can see me fucking my knees up pretty bad on a pair of those bad boys.
37) They'd still be fun though...
38) What the fuck is up with
UFO Pants?39) Do people really buy into shit like this? The Verseo Portable Aqua-Toner Exerciser w/Carrying Handle...
40) Who am I kidding, given a convincing enough infomercial, I'd buy it.
41) Oh my God! I just dropped my keyboard on my knee!
42) Oh that is not the Lord.
43) I like disco music. If I could find a disco bar, I'd so be there.
44) I like grits. But not southern style. I need a little sugar on mine.
45) I think it'd be fucking tight to be a bartender.
46) Once I've gotten this whole knee thing squared away so I can stand, I'm taking that damn course in Sac-town... Oh I'm doing it.
47) Unless they cut off my knees. Then I'm going to run marathons. With my prosthetic legs.
48) And the whole time I was running I'd be saying "New legs! Lieutenant Dan's got new legs!"
49) Yeah... Yeah, I think I'm funny. God that'd be funny.
50) I used to rock at hide-and-go-seek.
51) We should play that some time. Maybe with some booze. Probably a lot of it.
52) It could be fun.
53) Unless the booze ran out. Hmmmm.
54) Call me what you will, but I like flannel sheets.
55) They're just so soft.
56) I need a bigger bed. I'm talkin California King baby.
57) But... I don't have space for such things right now.
58) "I'll stay."
59) "I suggest you hit Sir."
60) "I also like to live dangerously."
61) I think Cinderella is my favorite of all the Disney Princesses.
62) The Jungle Book comes out this year... Sometime.
63) I can still remember watching that on VHS at my Gram and Gramp's house.
64) I miss my grandparents. I need to call them more. But it's not the same as being able to just swing in and give them a hug.
65) I have a problem hugging people. Actually, that's incorrect, I can hug people, I have a problem with people hugging me.
66) I think it's a bout not being in control.
67) There are two person in this world who can hug me without me being all freaked out.
68) They're not family.
69) Some people's hugs can make everything ok again.
70) I like to read books. I need more shelf space.
71) I need more space period.
72) Or just less shit.
73) My stepdad scares the shit out of me.
74) My knee still hurts from the keyboard.
75) Or maybe just cuz it's a little fucking bitch. God I hate my knees. Stupid... D'oh!
76) Audrey Hepburn was beautiful.
77) I think she's my favorite actress.
78) Why can't I live closer to a Chick-fil-A?
79) I fall asleep on the phone. A lot.
80) I know that's got to be frustrating. I don't mean to.
81) I argue when I'm half asleep.
82) I don't like spiders. At all.
83) I'm a nerd.
84) My friends use me for Tech Support.
85) That's cool. I like the challenge of trying to figure out what's wrong with the computers.
86) Crossbow's computer recently had an issue. She's never had virus protection on it. Ever. And her firewall was disabled. When I ran a scan, she had 148 "Threats." I just laughed...
87) It's all better, don't worry.
88) God, how did I get to 88? Oh, right, this is just bullshit.
89) I'm no good at twirling a cane.
90) I love my phone. I go into mild panic-attacks if it's not on me.
91) I once got to work, realized I didn't have it, and turned around to go back and get it.
92) Yes, I was late to work, but it didn't matter. I needed my phone.
93) I know I'm a huge toolbag.
94) ThanksgivingGirl bet me 20 bucks I couldn't eat a whole medium pizza from Pizza Hut on Tuesday.
95) I'm both ashamed and proud to say that I won...
96) Mostly ashamed.
97) I want to bake cupcakes.
98) But not tonight.
99) I huuuuuuuuuuuuurt
100) I might have a slight tendency to be a bit whiney.
101) You got a problem with that? Bring it.
102) Yeah Holly, I'm talkin to you.
103) Oh my God I'm tired. We're done here.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Where are all my fellow Insomniacs?
InnerVoices-if it wasn't for Crossbow saving my drunken ass, I would have been that fool waking up with marker on my face in a strange place... Some asshole drew a Captain Morgan mustache on my face in metal marking pen one night, and Bow scrubbed it off my face while I sat in the bathroom giggling.
Holly-We ordered the strip club food, but with Crossbow's being sick and all, I never actually tried it. Her sister and cousin said they had the best damn sandwich of their lives there, and the fries were fucking incredible too. But... They'd been smoking pot all night, and anything probably would have tasted great to them. I have no idea why that strip club served food when they didn't serve alcohol though, that makes no fucking sense to me.
I'm not going out tonight. I'm probably not going out any time soon. I have an appointment with an Orthopedic Something on the 20th, and it would be foolish of me to go out any time before that. Plus, with the painkillers I'm now on, I'm not thinkin I can do much of anything anyway.
But, the offer still stands for anyone who brings their ass to Sac-Town, I'll go out with you. Anywhere (mostly anywhere), I'm down. Alcohol is the thing that works best for my knees anyway.
I took my lovely Vicodin at 4PM. I finally fell asleep about 6. I woke up at 9:40, thinking it was Saturday morning, and then hella pissed that it wasn't. I can't fucking sleep. And why am I so hungry? I loaned out my (new) truck to one of my boys so he could go pick up a bed from R.C. Wiley, I have no idea if it's back. Told him to lock the keys in the truck when he's done with it, I'll use my spare when I need to drive somewhere; so he doesn't have to bother with trying to wake my ass up to give me my key. Not that it seems to matter, since I can't fucking sleep.
I don't think I like Vicodin very much. Yesterday I took one 750mg pill like my doc told me, and I could still feel my bullshit hurting. Tonight I decided to take two. I can't feel my knees, but my stomach is a little off. I go from being completely ravenous one minute, to oh-my-God-I-don't-even-want-to-smell-food. And my equilibrium is soooo fucked up. I almost fell over opening the bathroom door.
I'm supposed to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory with ThanksgivingGirl tomorrow for lunch, but I'm not sure I'll make it. She told me she understands if I don't, just give her a call, but I really want to go.
My mother called me earlier in the week, and we were talking about my possible surgery. She asked me if I have surgery, do I want her to come down here to take care of me? And I said "No! No, no, no, no, no. I love you mother, but please don't. I can totally take care of myself, and if I couldn't, I'd figure it out." I do not want that woman here.
I told Crossbow that no matter what, she can't let my mother come here. Crossbow said it's no problem, I'd live with her ass if I got surgery, because it'd be easier than trying to take care of me here. I'm not too sure about that though. I'm terrified of being a burden on anyone, I think I'd rather take care of myself. But I also realize that if I have dual knee surgery, that's pretty much out of the question.
I think I'd feel safest with Crossbow out of anyone; she knows all my secrets. I love her to death. She's had my back more times than I can count. Did you ever have someone you just clicked with so completely, it's like you known them forever? Maybe we have... The universe is infinite. Time is infinite. There are millions of possibilities...
God, there I go off on a tangent. Aright, I'm going to try sleep again. Love you all, have a fun, safe weekend.
Holly-We ordered the strip club food, but with Crossbow's being sick and all, I never actually tried it. Her sister and cousin said they had the best damn sandwich of their lives there, and the fries were fucking incredible too. But... They'd been smoking pot all night, and anything probably would have tasted great to them. I have no idea why that strip club served food when they didn't serve alcohol though, that makes no fucking sense to me.
I'm not going out tonight. I'm probably not going out any time soon. I have an appointment with an Orthopedic Something on the 20th, and it would be foolish of me to go out any time before that. Plus, with the painkillers I'm now on, I'm not thinkin I can do much of anything anyway.
But, the offer still stands for anyone who brings their ass to Sac-Town, I'll go out with you. Anywhere (mostly anywhere), I'm down. Alcohol is the thing that works best for my knees anyway.
I took my lovely Vicodin at 4PM. I finally fell asleep about 6. I woke up at 9:40, thinking it was Saturday morning, and then hella pissed that it wasn't. I can't fucking sleep. And why am I so hungry? I loaned out my (new) truck to one of my boys so he could go pick up a bed from R.C. Wiley, I have no idea if it's back. Told him to lock the keys in the truck when he's done with it, I'll use my spare when I need to drive somewhere; so he doesn't have to bother with trying to wake my ass up to give me my key. Not that it seems to matter, since I can't fucking sleep.
I don't think I like Vicodin very much. Yesterday I took one 750mg pill like my doc told me, and I could still feel my bullshit hurting. Tonight I decided to take two. I can't feel my knees, but my stomach is a little off. I go from being completely ravenous one minute, to oh-my-God-I-don't-even-want-to-smell-food. And my equilibrium is soooo fucked up. I almost fell over opening the bathroom door.
I'm supposed to go to the Old Spaghetti Factory with ThanksgivingGirl tomorrow for lunch, but I'm not sure I'll make it. She told me she understands if I don't, just give her a call, but I really want to go.
My mother called me earlier in the week, and we were talking about my possible surgery. She asked me if I have surgery, do I want her to come down here to take care of me? And I said "No! No, no, no, no, no. I love you mother, but please don't. I can totally take care of myself, and if I couldn't, I'd figure it out." I do not want that woman here.
I told Crossbow that no matter what, she can't let my mother come here. Crossbow said it's no problem, I'd live with her ass if I got surgery, because it'd be easier than trying to take care of me here. I'm not too sure about that though. I'm terrified of being a burden on anyone, I think I'd rather take care of myself. But I also realize that if I have dual knee surgery, that's pretty much out of the question.
I think I'd feel safest with Crossbow out of anyone; she knows all my secrets. I love her to death. She's had my back more times than I can count. Did you ever have someone you just clicked with so completely, it's like you known them forever? Maybe we have... The universe is infinite. Time is infinite. There are millions of possibilities...
God, there I go off on a tangent. Aright, I'm going to try sleep again. Love you all, have a fun, safe weekend.
I know, I know;
I'm supposed to be posting about last Saturday's going-out-ness.
Here's the story, skip if you'd like. There's no group bunny: Me, Crossbow, ThanksgivingGirl, Crossbow's sister, Crossbow's cousin, DD, and many other work fools went to a strip club. The kind where chicks strip. We had a hotel room, cuz this place was about an hour from home, mostly because the strip club didn't serve alcohol, and this way we had a place to get our drink on. We went straight to the hotel so Crossbow, her sister and her cousin could get ready. At this point there was the four of us, plus ThanksgivingGirl (TGG) and 3 other fools. The plan was to wait for the other people to show, then go grab some food, come drink some at the hotel, then go to the strip club. We ended up waiting a hella long time, and since there was alcohol, we started drinking. On empty stomachs. That's right, we're that stupid. I'm going to town with my bitch-beers, and eventually with my Patron, and Crossbow and her 2 relations are gettin it done with a bottle of Hennessy. Long story short, by the time that mother fucker DD (He was the designated dumbass last time we went out, and I'll probably just keep calling him that, to keep it simple in my mind) showed up at 10 something, we were way more trashed than we should have been. Especially me and Crossbow. We decide to go straight to the club, because they serve food there. Me, Crossbow and the cousin have decided to walk, everyone else grabbed a car. Crossbow's not walkin so good by now, so me and her cousin both have an arm around her, just walkin down the street. A couple of the cars came back to get us, since apparently this place is a couple miles down the street. Crossbow dives into the back seat of one fool's car through the fucking window, and over the headrest. I had decided to be all hardcore and keep walking, because damnit, I had the ability to walk. (I love alcohol. It makes my knees go away so I can use them again. I had already suggested that night that we skip the club and go to a 24 hour gym nearby, just cuz I was so happy with my knees. And cuz I was that drunk.) Then another car comes and scrapes my dumbass up, and on to the strip club we go.
Walking in, the bouncer dude asks Crossbow if she's gonna be ok, wobbling in on her super-cute Coach heels as she is, with one of my arms wrapped around her waist. She convinces him she's great, and we proceed to the lady at the register, who asks Bow if she's gonna puke. Bow tells the lady all's well, and we wander in to find tables and chairs for our party. Bow is all over the place, and I'm just trying to hold onto her so she doesn't take a tumble, while trying to find out if they're still serving food, and how to get some ordered and into her. We get up to find the Restroom, come back to find our seats stolen by our party, and Bow goes and sits in DD's lap, wrapping her arms around him and not letting go. I manage to pry her off of him and get her into a chair when she decides maybe she should go throw up. We make it to the bathroom, and she asks me to come into the stall with her, since she's forgotten how to throw up. I explain it in a way that she seems to understand, and hold her hair and her waist up while she heaves and heaves. This poor, poor girl was done. So done, she should have never left the hotel.
Bow's cousin wanders in and I put her in charge of Bow while i go try to round up a car to take our asses back to the hotel and tell her sister what's up. Bow ends up passing out in the bathroom, her sister carries her out of the club, and our whole fucking party decides they all need to take her back to the room... Completely unnecessary. Me, TGG and one other girl end up stripping Bow and putting her in her PJ's, then me and TGG got her all tucked in, with a trash can next to her on the floor. All the other fools wander in at one time or another to say they're headin out or just to see how bad Bow is. At this point, I have to admit I was pretty fucking trashed too, cuz I was hella over-protective of Bow. That asshole DD was saying "someone" should take pictures of her, and wouldn't it be bad if "someone" drew on her face. I told him I'd fuck him up if he tried. He ended up leaving. Ass face.
So me, Bow, the cousin, the sister, and one dude ended up sleeping in the room, everyone else went home. The next morning Bow orders room service, and eats toast while laying down (the funniest shit ever to see.) Then when she got to the crust she just threw that shit across the room. She was not the Lord that next morning. Come to find out she couldn't even remember leaving the hotel. She said she woke up hella pissed cuz we didn't go to the strip club. I ended up driving her home, and she wasn't 100 percent again till Tuesday. We went out Saturday.
No group bunny. No funny stories of Kay running thru residential areas because she's being chased by camera guys, and then stops to hurl all over someone's front yard. No real funny stories at all. Hell, I didn't even see any of the strippers, unless you count that one in the bathroom, who was really nice and quite funny.
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Went to the doc yesterday and finally got some fucking painkillers. No, I'm not sharing. Unless you come entertain me. Then you can have the whole damned bottle.
I'm bored, I've been awake since 2:34, and I can't sleep.
I'm posting at an insane hour.
My alarm doesn't go off till 5.
I want to go back to the gay club we went to last time. It was so much fucking fun, you have no idea. The problem is that no one (outside of Bow) is really cool and down with going. They're having a huge party at that club this weekend. No cover all weekend... Anyone want to come to Sac-town and kick it with me?
Alright, I'm gonna go watch some bad early-morning TV.
Much love to you all.
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Here's the story, skip if you'd like. There's no group bunny: Me, Crossbow, ThanksgivingGirl, Crossbow's sister, Crossbow's cousin, DD, and many other work fools went to a strip club. The kind where chicks strip. We had a hotel room, cuz this place was about an hour from home, mostly because the strip club didn't serve alcohol, and this way we had a place to get our drink on. We went straight to the hotel so Crossbow, her sister and her cousin could get ready. At this point there was the four of us, plus ThanksgivingGirl (TGG) and 3 other fools. The plan was to wait for the other people to show, then go grab some food, come drink some at the hotel, then go to the strip club. We ended up waiting a hella long time, and since there was alcohol, we started drinking. On empty stomachs. That's right, we're that stupid. I'm going to town with my bitch-beers, and eventually with my Patron, and Crossbow and her 2 relations are gettin it done with a bottle of Hennessy. Long story short, by the time that mother fucker DD (He was the designated dumbass last time we went out, and I'll probably just keep calling him that, to keep it simple in my mind) showed up at 10 something, we were way more trashed than we should have been. Especially me and Crossbow. We decide to go straight to the club, because they serve food there. Me, Crossbow and the cousin have decided to walk, everyone else grabbed a car. Crossbow's not walkin so good by now, so me and her cousin both have an arm around her, just walkin down the street. A couple of the cars came back to get us, since apparently this place is a couple miles down the street. Crossbow dives into the back seat of one fool's car through the fucking window, and over the headrest. I had decided to be all hardcore and keep walking, because damnit, I had the ability to walk. (I love alcohol. It makes my knees go away so I can use them again. I had already suggested that night that we skip the club and go to a 24 hour gym nearby, just cuz I was so happy with my knees. And cuz I was that drunk.) Then another car comes and scrapes my dumbass up, and on to the strip club we go.
Walking in, the bouncer dude asks Crossbow if she's gonna be ok, wobbling in on her super-cute Coach heels as she is, with one of my arms wrapped around her waist. She convinces him she's great, and we proceed to the lady at the register, who asks Bow if she's gonna puke. Bow tells the lady all's well, and we wander in to find tables and chairs for our party. Bow is all over the place, and I'm just trying to hold onto her so she doesn't take a tumble, while trying to find out if they're still serving food, and how to get some ordered and into her. We get up to find the Restroom, come back to find our seats stolen by our party, and Bow goes and sits in DD's lap, wrapping her arms around him and not letting go. I manage to pry her off of him and get her into a chair when she decides maybe she should go throw up. We make it to the bathroom, and she asks me to come into the stall with her, since she's forgotten how to throw up. I explain it in a way that she seems to understand, and hold her hair and her waist up while she heaves and heaves. This poor, poor girl was done. So done, she should have never left the hotel.
Bow's cousin wanders in and I put her in charge of Bow while i go try to round up a car to take our asses back to the hotel and tell her sister what's up. Bow ends up passing out in the bathroom, her sister carries her out of the club, and our whole fucking party decides they all need to take her back to the room... Completely unnecessary. Me, TGG and one other girl end up stripping Bow and putting her in her PJ's, then me and TGG got her all tucked in, with a trash can next to her on the floor. All the other fools wander in at one time or another to say they're headin out or just to see how bad Bow is. At this point, I have to admit I was pretty fucking trashed too, cuz I was hella over-protective of Bow. That asshole DD was saying "someone" should take pictures of her, and wouldn't it be bad if "someone" drew on her face. I told him I'd fuck him up if he tried. He ended up leaving. Ass face.
So me, Bow, the cousin, the sister, and one dude ended up sleeping in the room, everyone else went home. The next morning Bow orders room service, and eats toast while laying down (the funniest shit ever to see.) Then when she got to the crust she just threw that shit across the room. She was not the Lord that next morning. Come to find out she couldn't even remember leaving the hotel. She said she woke up hella pissed cuz we didn't go to the strip club. I ended up driving her home, and she wasn't 100 percent again till Tuesday. We went out Saturday.
No group bunny. No funny stories of Kay running thru residential areas because she's being chased by camera guys, and then stops to hurl all over someone's front yard. No real funny stories at all. Hell, I didn't even see any of the strippers, unless you count that one in the bathroom, who was really nice and quite funny.
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Went to the doc yesterday and finally got some fucking painkillers. No, I'm not sharing. Unless you come entertain me. Then you can have the whole damned bottle.
I'm bored, I've been awake since 2:34, and I can't sleep.
I'm posting at an insane hour.
My alarm doesn't go off till 5.
I want to go back to the gay club we went to last time. It was so much fucking fun, you have no idea. The problem is that no one (outside of Bow) is really cool and down with going. They're having a huge party at that club this weekend. No cover all weekend... Anyone want to come to Sac-town and kick it with me?
Alright, I'm gonna go watch some bad early-morning TV.
Much love to you all.
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
Happy March!
So mother-fucking NewBlogger ate my post. NewBlogger, you're a fucking whore. And your mother fucked donkeys.
That said, my eaten post was about that wonderful sensation of WTF you get when you never hear a word in your life, then are bombarded by it mustiple times in one day. My word? Merkin. Apparently it's a wig... For your crotch. But people are using it as more of a derogatory name-calling thing. And it cracks me the fuck up. Example: ADHD Librarian.
How have I never heard of such a thing before? No one from my office had either; Crossbow and ThanksgivingGirl thought I was making shit up.
Good news on the knees front: I acually got a referral this morning! That's right, one of the docs in my fucked up clinic admitted my problem might be above his knowledge, and we might need to refer me to a specialist. Yeah fool, that's what your mom said! Not really. She was a very nice lady.
Ok, I'm going back to my heating pad. And Stone, I love you man. Thanks for all the advice and info.
p.s. I love this shit.
That said, my eaten post was about that wonderful sensation of WTF you get when you never hear a word in your life, then are bombarded by it mustiple times in one day. My word? Merkin. Apparently it's a wig... For your crotch. But people are using it as more of a derogatory name-calling thing. And it cracks me the fuck up. Example: ADHD Librarian.
How have I never heard of such a thing before? No one from my office had either; Crossbow and ThanksgivingGirl thought I was making shit up.
Good news on the knees front: I acually got a referral this morning! That's right, one of the docs in my fucked up clinic admitted my problem might be above his knowledge, and we might need to refer me to a specialist. Yeah fool, that's what your mom said! Not really. She was a very nice lady.
Ok, I'm going back to my heating pad. And Stone, I love you man. Thanks for all the advice and info.
p.s. I love this shit.
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