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.

Hola

I'm alive.

I'm rather sick. Fuckin chemo. Fuckin Kanser.

My bum and my stomach are less than ok.

One more chemo kids! One more. The day after Christmas.

I love you all. I've had nothing to write. Terribly sorry.

I went and saw the Golden Compass with a bud on Satruday (and bailed on ThanksgivingGirl's little WeeMan's birthday party. It was at Chucky Cheese, and as much as I really wanted to be there, it just wouldn't have been smart with my compromised immune system.) Then the bud and I greabbed lunch, and I headed over to WorkFriend's house to make Christmas candy, eat dinner (so much food in a short period wasn't good) borrow some more dvds and play Guitar Hero. I love me some Guitar Hero.

So in closing, Golden Compass is good. Chemo nausea is not. Guitar Hero is awesome. Kanser and Chucky Cheese are not.

Much love.

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

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!

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.

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I'm lovin on this video. I just saw it on Ifilm; it's dumb but it makes me laugh:

Kelly Clarkson tries to charm a cobra on a Danish talkshow

Anyho, haven't done much this weekend. Friday night was craft night at ThanksgivingGirl's house. We made chocolates this time, but it wasn't as much fun as making soap, so I don't think we'll be doing that again. Just kind of boring. Melt choco, put in molds, that's it. The soap you could color, and add scent to, there was so much more to do. I have no idea what we'll be doing next time, I suppose we'll talk about that some time this week.

Then Saturday I went out with ThanksgivingGirl, her WeeMan (son), and boyfriend. On the way to her house, I was plauged with AssHole drivers at every turn. First, some douche parked so close to my truck I had to climb in thru my passenger door (why does this shit Always happen to me? Is there some magical sign on the back of my truck that says "You should totally park way over the line into my parking spot. I won't mind.") Then, just as the highway drops down to one lane I got stuck behind some bastard in a semi who decided he needed to do exactly the speedlimit and not one tiny bit over. He finally pulls off, and as I'm catching up to the cars in front of me, some other douche turns right in front of me, causing me to hit my brakes and horn simultaneously. The thing is, this little fucker had his middle finger up at me Before I even hit my horn, so he Knew he was dead wrong. That shit pissed me the hell off.

Once I actually got to TGG's place, we went to Ihop, because breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Then we went to some outlet mall just to dink around. WeeMan ended up getting a bit of a sunburn, and got rather cranky on the ride home, so TGG's boyfriend pulled over to get him some milk. It was like a fucking miracle, bring out the milk and WeeMan's mood changes instantly, like there was never anything to cry about. This boy better grow into the fucking Hulk or something, the way he's all about getting his calcium on...

Then when I got home, I was just relaxing, and the neighbors from upstairs knocked on my door to see if I wanted to go to this Festival they had going on all weekend (which is why parking was such a bitch at my house all weekend. God bless living in downtown). I said I had to change, and the dude handed me his card with his cell number on it, saying to give him a call when I got out there (the fest was like a block from the house). So I changed, hit up the ATM, and give him a call. No answer, that's cool, I start walking, checking out the fest, keeping an eye out for the neighbors... About 10 minutes (and 3 or 4 blocks) later, I call again. Still no answer. Alright, so he can't hear his phone. That's cool. I wandered down to the end of the fest, turned around, wandered back the other side, watched some BMX dudes do their thing for the crowd, bought a couple things from booths, and went home. It got me out of the house for an hour, and I'm not bitter, shit happens.

Then today I went out to breakfast with Hefe, came back here to work on his essays for his English class (he uses my printer, and I proofread them as he bounces ideas off me). Then we went over to his place, made some brownies and watched the latest episode of Big Love on HBO On Demand. After that, I got my groceries and went home, only to be bitter about the lack of parking (this time due to the church right next door being in session), and muttered horrible things under my breath the 4 trips from my truck to my house.

Next week I have a billion appointments to include, but no limited to: another CT scan, a meeting with my orthopedic surgeon to review my right knee and discuss her sick plans to go into my left knee, a couple more physical therapy sessions, a physical therapy re-eval, and a routine dentist appointment. My normal doc wants me to schedule a follow up with him just to see where we are with all the millions of appointments I have going on, and decide what to do next about the "Abnormality" on my rib. Sweetness. The parentals are 12 days out. They're planning on taking my old truck back home with them. I'm going to miss him very much, but I realize it's probably for the best. There aren't really any "good" days for me anymore, so I don't ever drive him... And I'll be transfering the title back into their name, so they'll be taking over insurance, which is another 70 bucks in my pocket every month...

Hope your weekends were more eventful than mine.
Much love.

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.

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.

Why do I wait to post till Friday?

So, I've had so many things running around in my head all week I wasn't sure what to post first. And now the week's gone, I'm home alone on a Friday night, all hopped up on my Vic (cuz I decided to live it up tonight kiddies. Ooh, watch out!), and ready to stop being just a blog-stalker, and spew the inner-workings of my deformed brain with you all.

I'm no good at twirling my cane.

Holly, my cane looks just like this shit. Except my rubber cap thing is black. It's rather lame, I know. It's what the physical therapist gave me. I haven't yet had an opportunity to get one that's more pimp.

I want this cane, it's fuckin awesome!

Oh yes it totally is awesome. Shut up, what do you know about canes anyway?

I went back to the Nugget Market last weekend, and Larrythewineguy said they're still out of the Lambrusco (Bruscus Lambrusco that is, all the other Lambrusco's I've tried have sucked major ass), and I might have to wait till the next press (or whatever the fuck wine term he used that breaks down to "next season") to get more. That means I have to wait till August people! If I have to wait that long, I'm going to buy so much of it, people will think Prohibition's about to come back. That's right. I'm gonna hoard that shit like a fat guy hoards toilet paper.

I found a place near me that sells Kokanee! Score! So apparently there are only two places in all the land (read: California) that sell my shit, and I lucked out cuz they're both in Nor-Cal. If you want to find out where you can score some Kokanee, don't go to the website, it's a total ass-muffin in the help department. Instead, call the number I found listed on the bottle: 1-800-Kokanee. They're open 7-5 pacific time, and the chick I talked to was very nice. If you can't find a distributor near you, then fly out here, the party's at my place. I'll pick you up at Sac International. If you fly into San Fran, you're on your own bitches!

Marky-Mark said to tell you PieCat caught a bird today.

You don't know Marky-Mark.

That's PieCat being all ashamed of her bird-crippling self.

I got PieCat for Marky-Mark right before I left Washington. PieCat's my sweet babygirl. After she's had a couple days to remember me that is...

I spent most of last weekend with ThanksgivingGirl. We went to the mall, went to a movie, went to Cold Stone (best shit ever), went to Nugget Market, and then kicked it at her house with her adorable dog and cat and watched a marathon of America's Next Top Model. She's a complete tool to that show, and now has me quite addicted.

ThanksgivingDog

On Tuesday I went over to Choncho's house to kick it with his 6 year old so Choncho and the wife could go shop for 6YearOld's birthday presents. I don't call it baby-sitting, because I love this kid to death. I've kicked it with 6YearOld before, and it's always a blast. I've picked him up from school, and kept an eye on him several times. I was just glad they didn't leave me the new 2 month old. Babies freak me out. I like them in the walking, semi-talking, tell-me-what's-wrong stage. Plus, they tend to laugh at my silly jokes more that way.

6YearOld won a Nintendo Wii at church last week, and Choncho asked me if I'd hook it up while they were out. Hell-to-the-yes! 6YearOld was all over it trying to help me, and he actually seemed to know what he was doing. Dudes, the Wii is soooo much fun. And we were just playing the game that comes with the system (it has Tennis, Baseball, Golf, Bowling, and Boxing). I suck ass at the Golf, but that Boxing was the shit man! I totally want a Wii now. Me and 6YearOld ordered some pizza, and he stole my cane and hid it twice. Did I mention I fucking love that kid? He kept saying he liked me, and I was fun. What an ego boost. And then he made a comparison of me to his grandma. I asked him how old he thought I was, and he said "500!" I got all stern and told him I was only 498, thank-you-very-much, and he collapsed into giggles. I love it when he giggles. He's my silly little boy. Last time I kicked it with him, we played Jinks (how do you spell that shit?) and he beat me twice. I ended up owing him an orange soda and a vanilla cupcake with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. I made his cupcakes the next day and sent them home with Choncho (since he works in my building).

I love other people's kids. I wish my siblings were old enough that I could have some nieces and nephews (please, not any time soon for those two though. You hear me Lord?) They're just so much fun. ThanksgivingGirl has the cutest little 2 1/2 year old, and he knows my name! (A major accomplishment since some of the other people from work freak him out and and sometimes make him cry.) He's a little gum whore too, always hitting me up for more (and I always give it to him. So so cute.) He knows an easy mark when he sees one.

Ok kids, this has turned into a damn bible, so that's all for now. And I know I still have to post about my weekend in Washington. I'll get to it...


P.S. I go to a new Orthopedic Doc on Monday to look into the knees. I hope this chick tells me something other than the standard "It should go away on it's own;" especially since now all my other joints are fucked up.

Step aside Home-school. There's a new sheriff in town.

Damn I love that movie. I want to be on it.

I have to say, there is nothing in the world better than a good Ferrell movie. Nothing. Me and ThanksgivingGirl went this morning and all was good. I know, I know, who goes to morning movies right? Well, a cripple whose knees do better in the morning, and fools who want to avoid a packed theater opening weekend. We went to a 10:15 screening, and there were 11 other people in the room with us. Now, many of you might not realize theaters are open that early, but check your local listings and you will find they are something that is called a Matinee. A bit of a shock eh?

Moving on, I have a cane bitches, and it looks like this. And before you even ask, that's not me in the picture, I had my booty-call pose with it for me. He's a real hottie isn't he? Don't hate.

I went back to Nugget Market today, after some of that beautiful Lambrusco wine I got last week, only to find that they were completely out. I was totally bummed, and talked to their wine-guy, Larry. Larry was cool beans, he said he was trying to get another shipment in ASAP, but he had a couple other recommendations for me. Well, Larry was wrong on one of them. Let me tell you people, not all sparkling red wines were created equal. And Tosso Della Recina is no Lambrusco. At all. There's one other wine I got on his recommendation, but I'm not thinkin I'm gonna try that right now. I'm not up for 2 disappointments in one night.

Larry was a mad-cool guy though, I told him I'm trying to get ahold of that Lambrusco before I go home to W-ton Thursday night, and he gave me his card and told me to give him a call, he might be able to score me some in in time. He also told me to call him after I get home and he'll work on gettin me some Kokanee. He said if they distribute to Cali (and their site says they do) he should be able to get it. I may have to buy a case of it, but I told him that's no problem.

Anyho, something just came up, and a bud asked if I want to go check out a new club tonight. We're only rollin' 2 deep, and I'm the DD, so we'll see how this all goes down. Love to you all, I'm off kiddies.

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.

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.

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.

You should go here, it's completely silly: http://www.catsinsinks.com

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.

I'm pretty much awesome. Bow down.

I've been such a fucking tool to MySpace lately. My buddy Crossbow just got on there, and I'm talkin trash at her all fucking night. Her addiction only serves to fuel mine back up again.

And now ThanksgivingGirl has joined up. And the girl from the couple from Friday night is on there and talkin trash with me and Crossbow every night. It's just not conductive to breaking the habit. And it's fun.

My CSI is on tonight. I think you should watch it.

My knees were so bad today that I was crying on the way to work, and my boss ordered me to go home. I managed to squeak in to see my doc, and he basically said what the others have said, BUT he actually explained himself. And asked repeatedly if I was a gymnast, because my knees are hella flexible apparently. Which I knew. Warning, here comes TMI: Beware if you're squeamish: Because whose fucking knee cap should be able to float all around wherever you want to put it? That's right, only circus freaks like me. Don't hate.
Ok, you can look again:

So what's up? How's life? I've been hella bored all day. When Hefe got off work I made him take me to Starbucks so I could get my addiction on. My knees are not the Lord. The only time they're not killing me is when I've got my heating pad on them. And as soon as it's off they're daggers of non-fun again. And because no one wants to burn to death in their bed, my heating pad (which is surprisingly not as easy to find as you'd think) has an auto shut off after a certain amount of time, I wake up roughly every hour in pain, to turn it back on again.

Welcome to my personal little hell. I've been here since Monday night. It's only getting worse. The doc put me on anti-inflamitories, and said my cartilage is probably a hot mess of ass, I've got to wait for that to get better before I can do anything else. He said I'll have to grit my teeth and get thru it for at least a week, maybe two. Good God, that'll be fun. Not. Fuck. I'm taking my baby blue heating pad to work. I'm serious.

Ok, I'm going to bed. Keep on keepin on.

And you all have my permission to be jealous of or hate me for (as you wish) my shenanigans last weekend.

A drunk girl's words are a sober girl's thoughts

I'm addicted to iTunes Radio. RadioActiveFM to be exact. I can't wait to get home and turn it on every day. It just plays the best shit. I was cut off for the last week cuz my internet's a little bitch and it was horrible. Horribly horrible. Some might even go so far as to call it terrible.
I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't like it. Being alone and cut off from the internet is a hell worse than any you could face in the afterlife. My buddy StapleGun is now gone. She was good for when you're lonely. Always doin somethin with that girl. And CrossBow's on vacation this week. Not really a vacation, she's just moving, but still, I haven't seen her in like... a week and a half? Two weeks? Who knows. Hefe I don't seem to see enough either, and he's leaving to drive home (to Washington) tomorrow night, and by the time he gets back I'll be gone. Shaft. I've been kicking it with another girl from work (the one I spent Thanksgiving with) cuz her little boy is on the east coast with her family. She's leaving me Saturday tho. But she's fun. We've been going to lunch (3 times this week, that's like a record) and fucking about at work and all sorts of silliness. I like her. She's fun. And she swears more than me, it's great.
Update on my Precious Zachary (my truck). He's dying. If he were human, I'd diagnose it as terminal cancer. But since he's not a human, I'll diagnose it as the death rattle in his engine, a fucked up headlight from some deuche on the freeway who didn't tie down the shit in his truck, a check engine light, future brake issues (oh I know they're coming, I replaced the front ones a year ago, the back'll get me soon), tire issues (I need new ones after the first of the year), and a strange sound possibly to be linked to my front alignment. And I refuse to keep dumping my lil bitty paycheck into him. He's 13 years old. He's been well loved. So when I go home for Christmas (5 days, Lord baby Jesus, help me), I shall have to purchase a Zachary Two (Finance gods permitting), and I shall then drive it home. My mother seems determined to send my lil bro down here with me, to keep me safe or some shit, I don't know, but if that little boy (He's 18) and I are trapped in a vehicle for 13+ hours, one of us is going to end up in a body bag. Plus, I can't stand how slow he drives. The boy doesn't seem to understand the concept of going over the speed limit. Especially when one has a radar detector. And he's not a fan of free-ways. I'll be much better off on my own. I can keep me awake just fine, and I'll drive at night. So much easier than fighting day-time traffic. I'm not thinkin the mother will go for this plan, but tough shit. Tough fucking shit momma. Bull shit even.
Lord, I have no idea what to get my parents. At all. But what with buying a new truck, I may not be buying them anything... That's gonna be painful in the pocket. Especially considering I'll be going from no payment ever to OUCH. So much for that new gym membership I was planning on in January. Oy, and it had an indoor pool... Shaft.
So yeah, I'm a whiney little bitch. If you don't like it, there's the door. Yeah, over there, need some help to it? Cuz my boot would be more than happy to assist you.
Ha! I love me. That's what a lil drinkin does. I get all, "Fuck you mother fucker, I can take you." Why is there no good music right now? What the hell is that? I hate the slow shit.
Jerk Store and Rev. Lick, you'll be taken off the Dead Bloggage list once you post for two weeks consistently. Some of you could argue that I don't even do that, but you could just fuck off. It's my list. I'll do what I want with it. I will. Deal with it.
Dude, I want to go get trashed with my buds; one good trashfest at a club before I go to my damn Mother's house. My parents don't drink. And I'm going to want to. Soooo bad. And to smoke. My parents stress me out. How the hell do people survive living in the same state as their parents? Maybe I just need to grow a set of balls and tell my parents I'm a big girl now. But... No, probably not.
K, I'm starting to fall asleep, and I have 2 doctor's appointments tomorrow (Bout my wonderfully awesome knees, and the other to the shrink I have to see because I drank that beer once upon a time durning lunchtime. Which apparently is a no-no. Well, hey, now I know.)
Anywho, night.