Showing posts with label Popsicles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Popsicles. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Your Mom reads this blog

I'm dying. In my throat. It's fucked-up-throat-itis. Very contagious. Watch out. Coming soon to a theater near you.

On the drive home from my Chemo-Doc today (had to get my blood checked, my port flushed, and just check in with her), I was suddenly hit by a fucked up feeling in the right side of my throat. Which is an area they're radiating every day...And it spread up to right under my ear like the I'm-about-to-get-a-fucked-up-ear-infection feeling. Just a minute ago my eyes got that itchy-burny feeling and I had to take the contacts out. Not sure if the radiation's fucking me up, or it's just a normal sickness.

I finally put on my big girl pants and had some of the Aloe Vera Juice I was supposed to be drinking this whole time. It tastes like NotTheLord, and burns when I swallow it. Fuck-tastic! Then my stomach started being nasty at me.

I bet you're thinking this day is pretty shitty eh? To top all that off, I got a lovely speeding ticket and an ass-chewing by a copper on the way to my doc's office this morning. I'll take the ticket douche muffin, you don't have to make me feel like an idiot too. WhatTheFuckEver.

I thought Guitar Hero was the hotness. Then I got Rock Band. HolyFuckingShit. Sweet action my friends. Sweet, sweet action.

I'm done with today, I'm ready for tomorrow.

Much love.

Re: The comments
Cher-You're on crack, but I love you.
IV-No full-frontal love. For anyone. Ever. How big is this box you speak of? 12 pack? 6?
Sushi-Suicide Girl? (Upon consulting the mighty Google): What the hell? Is it porn? Is it goth-ish girls gone wild? Some of them scare me.
BBC-I laughed. Thankfully, my head's really all that has hair showing back up at this point, so yeah...
IV-That's definitely a possibility.
TheTroll-That's so sweet. You must not visit often enough to know the truth.

Ooh, I just remembered, I get my port out monday! There's the rainbow at the end of the backed-up plumbing shitfest. (True Story. "The Shit" backed up into my bathtub. Yesterday. A plumber was called. I bleached the fuck out of my tub. We're all golden again. I'm gonna go get a popsicle and crash on the couch now.)