Got my back done again Thursday. Off work for a bit. Wicked bored. So tired of laying on my back (ha! That sounds way more dirty and fun that it really has been), so tired of Vicodin.
Bruises all over my hands and back. I told them and told them that I'm a hard stick... Tied my old record of 7 sticks to get the IV in. Swore at my Dr a LOT. ("Mother fucking mother fucker that hurts. Why would you want this for a job?? What the hell's wrong with you man?") Flirted with the cute nurse a lot... Swore more at the Dr. ("You're not cool anymore man, I don't like you." Dr starts singing "Why can't we be friends..." I say "Because you're fucking hurting me dude." He tells me the nurse will be my friend in a minute when she hooks me up with the good drugs. I reply that the nurse and I will go out for a beer after this, but he's not invited.) That office causes me the most pain of any in that hospital, but they are totally the most fun. Thus I have been back 4 times. I just can't stay away.
Drove the last 40 minutes to my house after my procedure cuz my friend sucks that much/cuz I'm that hardcore.
Lolo is driving me batshit crazy cuz she thinks "Mommy's home specifically to play with me!!!!" Her sitting on my shoulder squeaking an annoying as hell toy in my ear is not what I'm assuming my Dr had in mind when he ordered me to bedrest.
I'm fucking going out of my mind with boredom. You've probably been the recipient of many random texts or phone calls. Yeah... Those aren't stopping anytime soon. Sorry bout that.
My roomie hasn't come home yet... I think he's starting to avoid me...
Went to Texas a week or two ago for the medical thing. No love. Got drunk in Texas with some cops who were cool as fuck. Realized Texas is NOT the place to be when a sushi craving strikes. (PS, anyone else miss Sushi the Mermaid??) Had an encounter with a freakishly aggressive cougar. Like seriously aggressive. Like, dedicating overly suggestive Karaoke songs to me aggressive.
I'll be moving home to Washington in a couple months prolly, I'll let you know when I have a date for sure.
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Saturday, May 02, 2009
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It
"It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight."
With lyrics like that how could you not love Katy Perry? Her CD (One of the Boys) came out yeserday, and I downloaded it from iTunes first thing in the morning. Bad ass. The whole CD is the shiz. ChopStyx(my bestest bud ever who I do absolutely everything with) heard her on MySpace and we were jocking her song I Kissed a Girl, as well as her Ur So Gay for a week until the CD was available for us to get our greedy little paws onto. I've been listening to this CD for two straight days now and I can't get enough of it. Katy Perry's playing the Vans Warped Tour, which just so happens to be in San Fran on Saturday. Might need to check that out...
Last weekend was the awesomest ever. Why you ask? Let me tell you. Last weekend was a little thing I like to call the NorCal Pirate Festival. Fucking awesome. Only one on the whole west coast kids. I heard about it when I was on hold with my doc's office for 35 minutes; they had that thing where the radio's playing some gay music, but every 2 minutes (on the dot) they break in to tell you to keep holding, and that your call is Very Important... Anyway, I heard an ad for the Pirate Festival, and decided I needed to Google it. 2 full days of Piratey goodness? I'm in. ChopStyx was immediately in as well. Hef said that's not the kind of thing he plans to do in advance, he'd only commit the day before. Like something better could possibly come up? Pshaw. Styx's work is a crazy SweatShop, and she ended up having to work all day Saturday and most of Sunday (so gay), so she couldn't go to the Festivus of Pirates with me, so I called my Hefe and told him he was going with me. Despite his obvious and extreme scepticism that such a thing could be in any way cool or fun, he rode shotgun in the Flying Car O' Death (not much of a fan of my driving is my Hefe...)
We knew it was somewhere around the ferry terminal in Vallejo, and were following the signs keeping an eye out for anything piratey. Then we see this ginormous black flag with a skull and crossbones. Oh we had arrived. I flipped a bitch and parked right across the street from the fest, barely a block to walk to get to it. Nicely done Miss Kay. There might have been a few initial doubts in my head that this place would be full of Ren Fair cast-offs, but as soon as we walked through the gates and grabbed our map pamphlets, all of that slipped away. There were badass people dressed up as badass pirates everywhere. Not exactly of the Pirate type myself, I rocked my badass Doc Martens with a polo and my sweet sweet faux-hawk. I think I got more odd looks than the costumed folk. Everyone was jealous of my awesomeness, don't be afraid to say it out loud. There was a ginormous Great Dane with a huge badass collar and since I happend to love Big Ass Dogs it was pretty fuckin sweet.
Some badass pirate dude had not one, not two, but three parrots he was carrying around and I just knew it was a Kodak moment. I ran up to him and decided to be polite; "Excuse me, Sir? Can I get a picture of you?" ......."Sir?" Then he looks at me, head to toe, and just gives me look of utter discust and I stop trying to backpedal to keep up with him. Douche.
18 July 08---Wow, This post was saved in my drafts for no apparent reason to me other than I wanted to add my pictures... My laptop is uber gay and only likes to accept pics from me when it's feeling generous, so we're not doing that today. I've got to get to work, remember to love thy neighbor, and give some love to your local pirate.
With lyrics like that how could you not love Katy Perry? Her CD (One of the Boys) came out yeserday, and I downloaded it from iTunes first thing in the morning. Bad ass. The whole CD is the shiz. ChopStyx(my bestest bud ever who I do absolutely everything with) heard her on MySpace and we were jocking her song I Kissed a Girl, as well as her Ur So Gay for a week until the CD was available for us to get our greedy little paws onto. I've been listening to this CD for two straight days now and I can't get enough of it. Katy Perry's playing the Vans Warped Tour, which just so happens to be in San Fran on Saturday. Might need to check that out...
Last weekend was the awesomest ever. Why you ask? Let me tell you. Last weekend was a little thing I like to call the NorCal Pirate Festival. Fucking awesome. Only one on the whole west coast kids. I heard about it when I was on hold with my doc's office for 35 minutes; they had that thing where the radio's playing some gay music, but every 2 minutes (on the dot) they break in to tell you to keep holding, and that your call is Very Important... Anyway, I heard an ad for the Pirate Festival, and decided I needed to Google it. 2 full days of Piratey goodness? I'm in. ChopStyx was immediately in as well. Hef said that's not the kind of thing he plans to do in advance, he'd only commit the day before. Like something better could possibly come up? Pshaw. Styx's work is a crazy SweatShop, and she ended up having to work all day Saturday and most of Sunday (so gay), so she couldn't go to the Festivus of Pirates with me, so I called my Hefe and told him he was going with me. Despite his obvious and extreme scepticism that such a thing could be in any way cool or fun, he rode shotgun in the Flying Car O' Death (not much of a fan of my driving is my Hefe...)
We knew it was somewhere around the ferry terminal in Vallejo, and were following the signs keeping an eye out for anything piratey. Then we see this ginormous black flag with a skull and crossbones. Oh we had arrived. I flipped a bitch and parked right across the street from the fest, barely a block to walk to get to it. Nicely done Miss Kay. There might have been a few initial doubts in my head that this place would be full of Ren Fair cast-offs, but as soon as we walked through the gates and grabbed our map pamphlets, all of that slipped away. There were badass people dressed up as badass pirates everywhere. Not exactly of the Pirate type myself, I rocked my badass Doc Martens with a polo and my sweet sweet faux-hawk. I think I got more odd looks than the costumed folk. Everyone was jealous of my awesomeness, don't be afraid to say it out loud. There was a ginormous Great Dane with a huge badass collar and since I happend to love Big Ass Dogs it was pretty fuckin sweet.
Some badass pirate dude had not one, not two, but three parrots he was carrying around and I just knew it was a Kodak moment. I ran up to him and decided to be polite; "Excuse me, Sir? Can I get a picture of you?" ......."Sir?" Then he looks at me, head to toe, and just gives me look of utter discust and I stop trying to backpedal to keep up with him. Douche.
18 July 08---Wow, This post was saved in my drafts for no apparent reason to me other than I wanted to add my pictures... My laptop is uber gay and only likes to accept pics from me when it's feeling generous, so we're not doing that today. I've got to get to work, remember to love thy neighbor, and give some love to your local pirate.
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
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
Saturday, September 01, 2007
I love you all
Really, all of you.
Seriously.
How did I just finally hear Pink's "Dear Mr President" yesterday? Am I seriously that far out of the loop? I love on that song.
Look at that, I'm just full of love today.
So today my Hefe and I went to Yosemite National Park, and can I be the first to say that 4 hour drives behind douche-muffins who refuse to abide by the If5CarsAreBehindYourPullYourPunkAssOver Law can kiss my ass. Repeatedly.
So the drive kind of sucked. And we didn't really have any clue what exactly Yosemite held that was so great as to be worth a 4 hour drive each way, but it's a 4 day weekend, and we were bored. Hefe's lived here (collectively) for 4 years without having yet been, and I've seemed to have avoided it for the last 2.5. Maybe avoided isn't the right word. There's a lot of stuff around here I haven't gotten around to yet. For example: Reno, San Francisco, Lake Tahoe, Chico (a college town that's supposedly The Shit during Halloween)... Today was the first time I'd been through Stockton. I have no idea what's there. Maybe it's my inner SmallTownGirl that's causing all this hermitness in me. Maybe I'm not adventurous. Maybe it blows to go places alone, and most of my buds have already been everywhere (they've been here longer than me).
Back to the topic at hand, we finally got to one of the Park Entrances, and those fools want $20 bucks for a 7 day pass. Why the hell don't they have one day passes? Yeah, that's right, they're fucking people in the ass. In the ass folks. They give us a bunch of shite, a newspaper thing with a map, some useless booklet on the park, and your receipt from paying The Raping to enter the park (that you're supposed to hold onto and show the wonderfully frumpy looking park rangers upon exiting the park.) We decide that Yosemite Valley is probably where it's at, although we have no idea how long it's going to take to get there (windy ass roads + a map that doesn't really make much sense at all + millions of fools pulling over ever 5 seconds to take pictures = an inability to accurately gauge the distance vs time ratio.) 
Plus, we were one of those millions of fools pulling into every turnoff for a photo opp. My favorite picture from today (That I took. I haven't seen Hefe's pics from his camera yet): The classic "Hey Hefe, pose for me" = *Immediate shift into the Heisman Trophy Stance* Crazy kid. Doesn't he know that you're supposed to switch it up every now and then? Of course, all my attempts to look hardcore during pictures are ruined by me cracking up at the last minute; thus turning all my pictures into FroHead cheesin while in The Thinker pose. FroHead cheesin while looking hella buff. FroHead cheesin while throwing up the biggest standby in the book (the thumbs up). That's right. I am almost completely unable to take a picture that doesn't have a huge cheesy-ass grin. And if such a thing does happen, it's usually not the first take.So after we bought some shit that's marketed to all Tool Bag tourists, we bailed and headed home. Deciding we were mildly hungry, we stopped off on the way home at a little place called Lucille's BBQ. I've been there once before, and this shit is awesome. Being me, I got my usual Chicken Caesar Salad, and Hefe got a chicken sandwich or something. During our wonderful dining experience, we somehow stumbled upon what was to become the most important part of this whole damn post. We were having a rather intense discussion (that followed us out into the parking lot, then continued for part of the drive home) regarding the appropriateness of trying to holler at a waitress in her workplace. Having just spent countless hours listening to a wonderful CD mix featuring such classic songs as Rod Stewart's "If You Think I'm Sexy," Donna Summers' "Hot Stuff," K.C. & The Sunshine Band's "Shake, Shake, Shake," and many others of that genre, Hefe's idea to get a waitress' attention was to step up to said waitress and say something along the lines of "Hey. If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar let me know... I'm sure you get plenty of fools hitting on you every day, but maybe after you get off we could go out and shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake our booties or something." This fool had so many cheesy ideas that I couldn't stop laughing the whole way out the door as I was adding my input and arguing that there is no way in hell a waitress wants to be hit on in her workplace, no matter how original it is. Then he was coming up with a bunch of shit I should have said to her. One was something about "On my way back from the restroom I overheard some guy saying that a pretty girl like you belongs at home in the kitchen, not out in the workforce. I had to beat his ass for making such sexist comments, and I think you should totally take me out to coffee sometime to thank me."
On a serious note, waitresses, bartenders, any and all people who have an opinion regarding this:
1) Such behavior would get a person bitch-slapped, right?
2) Is it ever appropriate to holler at a waitress/bartender/anyone at work?
3) Girls, has a chick ever hit on you?
4) What's the craziest shit some customer's ever said to you?
5) And finally, do you think either of these would have worked?
What say you? Do I win or lose the argument?
1) Hell yes
2) Hell no
3) Not that I can remember, no
4) I had some nasty old guy who'd come by every day (Back in my Barista days) and just made uncomfortable remarks about any and everything. It was a small-ass town and one could not tell off a customer if they wanted to continue to work in said town.
5) Hell to the no.
***I like to color fuzzy posters. I take pictures of my progress and text them to MarkyMark all the time. Today, you get pictures of my fantastic artwork instead of my nastyass neck. That's right. Be jealous of my mad skills.
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!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Sup Bitches?
So I went to my doc yesterday and now I don't have to go back to work for the rest of the week! Eat it and like it.
My neck wasn't just infected, it was FUCKING infected. It was bad. Dr Doc had to reopen my fucking neck wound and clean it out, then he put something up in there to help it drain, and I have a little string hanging out that I have to pull out in 4 days. I'm all... "So essentially I have a tampon in my neck?" That's right kids. Hefe's already declared my new name to be bloody tampon. Isn't it great? Be jealous.
So I have to keep gauze right at the hole to catch drainage, and we all know gauze doesn't just stay there by itself. So, drumroll please, I introduce you all to the latest craze, the shirtless turtleneck. Eets so sexy! Ees too sexy! Don't be jealous, please.
My BigBoss is on his way to my house for a talk, (I know, I know, WTF?), so I've got to go. I'll be back. Much love.
My neck wasn't just infected, it was FUCKING infected. It was bad. Dr Doc had to reopen my fucking neck wound and clean it out, then he put something up in there to help it drain, and I have a little string hanging out that I have to pull out in 4 days. I'm all... "So essentially I have a tampon in my neck?" That's right kids. Hefe's already declared my new name to be bloody tampon. Isn't it great? Be jealous.
So I have to keep gauze right at the hole to catch drainage, and we all know gauze doesn't just stay there by itself. So, drumroll please, I introduce you all to the latest craze, the shirtless turtleneck. Eets so sexy! Ees too sexy! Don't be jealous, please.My BigBoss is on his way to my house for a talk, (I know, I know, WTF?), so I've got to go. I'll be back. Much love.
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 22, 2007
No title
I'm lovin on this video. I just saw it on Ifilm; it's dumb but it makes me laugh:
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.
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.
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.
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.
Friday, May 18, 2007
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Good morning boys and girls. Today we're going to talk about me. Like that's something out of the ordinary...
I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)
Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!
At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).
Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)
Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.
My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.
StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.
It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.
I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)
Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!
At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).
Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)
Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.
My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.
StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.
It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.
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.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Tuesday: The new Monday
Here's a little ham and eggs comin at ya:
The doc told me jack shit. Actually some of his wise, wise words:
There's nothing surgically we can do for you
This should be going away on it's own
You shouldn't be in as much pain as you say you're in
God I hate doctors. I went back to my Primary Care Manager two days later and requested a second opinion referral. Now I have to wait on paperwork from my insurance company before I can make the appointment with this new douche.
Found this little snippet via Flixter, and it's made me antsy to see the next Priates movie. (Warning, it's YouTube and it'll take you to Flixter.)
I found a bottle of wine that's not half bad. To me. My buddy Hefe recommended it, a new find from Nugget Market called Bruscus Lambrusco. It's a sparkling red from Italy, and it's not bad at all at $8 a bottle. I'm just sayin...
I have still been unable to find the beautiful beer I had when I was last in Washington. No one down here has ever heard of it. Anywhere. I'm not yet sure if Kokanee really is the best beer ever, or if it's lack of availability is making me remember it as such. It claims to distribute to Cali, but I have searched everywhere I can think, and no love.
But I'm going home in 9 days kids, and you can bet your ass I'm bringing some back with me. Oh yes, I am.
And by home, I in no way mean home to my parents' house. Good God no.
Righto, I've got to go get ready for work. Much love to you all.
The doc told me jack shit. Actually some of his wise, wise words:
There's nothing surgically we can do for you
This should be going away on it's own
You shouldn't be in as much pain as you say you're in
God I hate doctors. I went back to my Primary Care Manager two days later and requested a second opinion referral. Now I have to wait on paperwork from my insurance company before I can make the appointment with this new douche.
Found this little snippet via Flixter, and it's made me antsy to see the next Priates movie. (Warning, it's YouTube and it'll take you to Flixter.)
I found a bottle of wine that's not half bad. To me. My buddy Hefe recommended it, a new find from Nugget Market called Bruscus Lambrusco. It's a sparkling red from Italy, and it's not bad at all at $8 a bottle. I'm just sayin...
I have still been unable to find the beautiful beer I had when I was last in Washington. No one down here has ever heard of it. Anywhere. I'm not yet sure if Kokanee really is the best beer ever, or if it's lack of availability is making me remember it as such. It claims to distribute to Cali, but I have searched everywhere I can think, and no love.
But I'm going home in 9 days kids, and you can bet your ass I'm bringing some back with me. Oh yes, I am.
And by home, I in no way mean home to my parents' house. Good God no.
Righto, I've got to go get ready for work. Much love to you all.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Oh My Lord
Fuck whatever I was going to talk about Thursday, I went OUT Friday night and that totally takes precedence.
Now, when I go out, I try to hit up the ATM so I'm workin with cash and don't have to be that asshole at the restaurant who's all "I only have my plastic, d'oh!" Well, apparently me and Hefe were the only ones who thought that way... Assfaces.
So my boy who I swim with is leaving us very soon. We had an official going away party a couple weeks ago (which I believe I neglected to mention... I'll get around to it. That was a sweet ass night too), but his last day of work was Thursday, so we went out Friday night to re-celebrate.
There's supposed to be like 15 of us at the restaurant, but only 11 showed (and two were mysterious booty-calls who were late).
We ate at this place called Fats, which served up some pretty good Asian cuisine. We had a reservation for 7, but were a bit early so we headed to the bar (our party was 5 deep at this point: Me, Crossbow, SwimBoy, our DD, and a guy who's been gone for a bout 6 months.)
We got our table a bit early, Hefe showed up, we're just sitting around waiting for everyone... Drinkin to kill the time (on wonderfully empty stomach's of course). A girl from work (sometimes referred to as Stickbug here) showed.. More waiting... A young couple with a brand new baby showed up bout half an hour late and we finally ordered. Then Guy-who's-been-gone-for-6-months (GWBGF6M) has 2 random booty calls show up and it got all crunchy... Somethin bout our DD (who is GWBGF6M's best bud) bein all mad that the random booty calls were there. Who knows. I'd had 2 Calypto Breeze's at this point and just wanted to have some fun.
When the check came, it was some major drama for some reason, involving everyone passing the check around and making "Hmmmm" noises... I didn't really catch the reason behind this action, but whatever. Hefe and I got tired of the bullshit, threw down roughly twice what our meals cost, and bailed under the excuse of a smoke break.
Half an hour later they finally come outside. It's decided that Hefe will roll in the truck with Crossbow, SwimBoy, DD and myself, while GWBGF6M rolls with his booty calls. The rest of the group is going home. We have absolutely no plan, we're just driving towards Sac, any part but Old Sac (not that it sucks, we've just gone there the last 2 or 3 times we've gone out, and it was time for a change). We get off the freeway and are randomly rolling down K street, until we start seeing bars. As one of the dudes up front is naming off bars they see, I realized they sounded familiar, and I start to laugh to myself. My wonderful buds have taken us to Gay Sac. And there is no way I can tell them this info without being interrogated for knowing. DD is told to find a parking spot as soon as he sees one. I sense good times a brewin...
He pulls up in front of a little bitch-ass looking place called the VooDoo Lounge and we all pile out. Crossbow has been asleep, so she has no idea what's going on. I told her we were roughly 2 blocks from Gay Sac and she laughed. This would be some fun shit. We start walking, then someone (I think SwimBoy) decides we should just go into the VD Lounge. This place has some shite service, fucking weird customers (and most of the crowd looks like they came straight from a business meeting, but I have to admit, the booze was strong, and cheap.) They get a bad review from me for not having Smirnoff Ice, Corona, or Miller Light... I decided I didn't want anything if all they had was bitch-ass drinks, so Hefe orders me a shot of tequila. You can't not man up to a shot, so I swallowed that bullshit down, then stole Hefe's water. My boy SwimBoy ordered me a Jack and Coke that I don't think had any Coke in it at all. At all. I had to throw that shit over to him, I'm not a fan... I stole some of Crossbow's beer, realized it wasn't that bad and ordered one for myself. And then another... I stole Hefe's Old-Man-Hat several times, we
took some pictures (one really cute one with me, Hefe and Crossbow. I love those two kids), and I started getting antsy. The music was bitch-ass in this place, and I wanted to dance. It totally doesn't matter that I never dance, I wanted to. I told Crossbow that there was a sweet club with awesome music just down the road, so she started quietly asking they guys (one at a time) if they had a problem going to a gay club. Hefe had heard about it before and is always down to try new things, SwimBoy said he was down, so DD was the only one left. He said No way, but then asked if SwimBoy was cool with it. When he heard everyone else was in, he changed his mind real quick. Whatever. Everyone finishes their drinks, and BWBGF6M finally shows with his booty calls. He orders drinks, and I head outside cuz I'm annoyed with all stupidity and everything makin me wait. I don't remember what the hell happened to the booty calls after that, and I didn't see them at the next place.
So I'm leading the way down the street, and then Crossbow asks me what the name of this place is. I'm not really wanting to say, so I keep walking. Apparently I'd breezed right past it (it was on the other side of the road tho, so don't completely lose hope in me). So we go in, pay the cover, and I grab Bow's arm to head into the room with the music, cuz it's pretty packed in the club. I led her and DD over to a less crowded spot, with a bench to sit on even, the headed back thru the crowd to hunt for SwimBoy and Hefe. Once everyone was over on our bench, I bought the first round from the cute cute bartender, and everything was all good.
Over the course of the night I danced with Hefe, Crossbow (several times) and SwimBoy. DD refused to dance, and BWBGF6M showed up later. I ended up kissing everyone in our party on the cheek at one point (there's a picture somewhere of me kissing DD on the cheek), except maybe Bow. I don't remember kissing her. I know I grabbed everyone's ass (not smacked, straight up grabbed) at some point; again with the exception of BWBGF6M. I had a wonderful night, and couldn't believe it when they announced Last Call, and Last Dance. The last dance was "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" and I know I made a huge fool of myself dancin with Bow to it, but who cares right? God, what a great Friday night. And, thanks to being smart and keepin my ass hydrated with water during our little drinkfest, no hangover the next day.
A good time was had by all, except maybe DD. Bow thinks he was sad that no guys hit on him (except one of the bartenders on the way out). SwimBoy got mildly molested on his way into the club (some guy grabbed his package), but nothing major went down. Good times kids, good times.
(And for the record, Hefe's hat doesn't really look like the ones pictured, I just think it totally looks like something my Gramp would wear, and give Hefe shit for it. He's got 3 or 4 of them in varying colors.)
Now, when I go out, I try to hit up the ATM so I'm workin with cash and don't have to be that asshole at the restaurant who's all "I only have my plastic, d'oh!" Well, apparently me and Hefe were the only ones who thought that way... Assfaces.
So my boy who I swim with is leaving us very soon. We had an official going away party a couple weeks ago (which I believe I neglected to mention... I'll get around to it. That was a sweet ass night too), but his last day of work was Thursday, so we went out Friday night to re-celebrate.
There's supposed to be like 15 of us at the restaurant, but only 11 showed (and two were mysterious booty-calls who were late).
We ate at this place called Fats, which served up some pretty good Asian cuisine. We had a reservation for 7, but were a bit early so we headed to the bar (our party was 5 deep at this point: Me, Crossbow, SwimBoy, our DD, and a guy who's been gone for a bout 6 months.)
We got our table a bit early, Hefe showed up, we're just sitting around waiting for everyone... Drinkin to kill the time (on wonderfully empty stomach's of course). A girl from work (sometimes referred to as Stickbug here) showed.. More waiting... A young couple with a brand new baby showed up bout half an hour late and we finally ordered. Then Guy-who's-been-gone-for-6-months (GWBGF6M) has 2 random booty calls show up and it got all crunchy... Somethin bout our DD (who is GWBGF6M's best bud) bein all mad that the random booty calls were there. Who knows. I'd had 2 Calypto Breeze's at this point and just wanted to have some fun.
When the check came, it was some major drama for some reason, involving everyone passing the check around and making "Hmmmm" noises... I didn't really catch the reason behind this action, but whatever. Hefe and I got tired of the bullshit, threw down roughly twice what our meals cost, and bailed under the excuse of a smoke break.
Half an hour later they finally come outside. It's decided that Hefe will roll in the truck with Crossbow, SwimBoy, DD and myself, while GWBGF6M rolls with his booty calls. The rest of the group is going home. We have absolutely no plan, we're just driving towards Sac, any part but Old Sac (not that it sucks, we've just gone there the last 2 or 3 times we've gone out, and it was time for a change). We get off the freeway and are randomly rolling down K street, until we start seeing bars. As one of the dudes up front is naming off bars they see, I realized they sounded familiar, and I start to laugh to myself. My wonderful buds have taken us to Gay Sac. And there is no way I can tell them this info without being interrogated for knowing. DD is told to find a parking spot as soon as he sees one. I sense good times a brewin...
He pulls up in front of a little bitch-ass looking place called the VooDoo Lounge and we all pile out. Crossbow has been asleep, so she has no idea what's going on. I told her we were roughly 2 blocks from Gay Sac and she laughed. This would be some fun shit. We start walking, then someone (I think SwimBoy) decides we should just go into the VD Lounge. This place has some shite service, fucking weird customers (and most of the crowd looks like they came straight from a business meeting, but I have to admit, the booze was strong, and cheap.) They get a bad review from me for not having Smirnoff Ice, Corona, or Miller Light... I decided I didn't want anything if all they had was bitch-ass drinks, so Hefe orders me a shot of tequila. You can't not man up to a shot, so I swallowed that bullshit down, then stole Hefe's water. My boy SwimBoy ordered me a Jack and Coke that I don't think had any Coke in it at all. At all. I had to throw that shit over to him, I'm not a fan... I stole some of Crossbow's beer, realized it wasn't that bad and ordered one for myself. And then another... I stole Hefe's Old-Man-Hat several times, we
took some pictures (one really cute one with me, Hefe and Crossbow. I love those two kids), and I started getting antsy. The music was bitch-ass in this place, and I wanted to dance. It totally doesn't matter that I never dance, I wanted to. I told Crossbow that there was a sweet club with awesome music just down the road, so she started quietly asking they guys (one at a time) if they had a problem going to a gay club. Hefe had heard about it before and is always down to try new things, SwimBoy said he was down, so DD was the only one left. He said No way, but then asked if SwimBoy was cool with it. When he heard everyone else was in, he changed his mind real quick. Whatever. Everyone finishes their drinks, and BWBGF6M finally shows with his booty calls. He orders drinks, and I head outside cuz I'm annoyed with all stupidity and everything makin me wait. I don't remember what the hell happened to the booty calls after that, and I didn't see them at the next place.So I'm leading the way down the street, and then Crossbow asks me what the name of this place is. I'm not really wanting to say, so I keep walking. Apparently I'd breezed right past it (it was on the other side of the road tho, so don't completely lose hope in me). So we go in, pay the cover, and I grab Bow's arm to head into the room with the music, cuz it's pretty packed in the club. I led her and DD over to a less crowded spot, with a bench to sit on even, the headed back thru the crowd to hunt for SwimBoy and Hefe. Once everyone was over on our bench, I bought the first round from the cute cute bartender, and everything was all good.
Over the course of the night I danced with Hefe, Crossbow (several times) and SwimBoy. DD refused to dance, and BWBGF6M showed up later. I ended up kissing everyone in our party on the cheek at one point (there's a picture somewhere of me kissing DD on the cheek), except maybe Bow. I don't remember kissing her. I know I grabbed everyone's ass (not smacked, straight up grabbed) at some point; again with the exception of BWBGF6M. I had a wonderful night, and couldn't believe it when they announced Last Call, and Last Dance. The last dance was "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" and I know I made a huge fool of myself dancin with Bow to it, but who cares right? God, what a great Friday night. And, thanks to being smart and keepin my ass hydrated with water during our little drinkfest, no hangover the next day.
A good time was had by all, except maybe DD. Bow thinks he was sad that no guys hit on him (except one of the bartenders on the way out). SwimBoy got mildly molested on his way into the club (some guy grabbed his package), but nothing major went down. Good times kids, good times.
(And for the record, Hefe's hat doesn't really look like the ones pictured, I just think it totally looks like something my Gramp would wear, and give Hefe shit for it. He's got 3 or 4 of them in varying colors.)
Friday, December 15, 2006
A dream is just a dream. A goal is a dream with a plan and a deadline
Last night, along with trying to get my buzz on and posting incoherently, I found myself doing a little Myspace Stalking. Thank the Lord I'm not the only one who does this. It started with checking a friend's page to see what she was up to (StapleGun actually) and then I found a mutual friend of ours in her Friends link, then stalked a few more people from MutualFriend's page. And Some of MutualFriend's friends have really pretty eyes. I love eyes. I can fall into crushdom with someone based on eyes alone. I spose it's wrong of me to stalk on Myspace when I have my page set up so people can't do that to me. I'm just very guarded. I'd even prefer to be able to have some sort of semi-friend list that is different than what your real friends can see. Cuz some of the people on there... I had my blog on there set up to preferred list only, and I was getting comments from people not on it. Not a safe feeling. I almost want to delete my Myspace or have one set up for just a few of my friends. I'm just too uncomfortable with the whole if-they-can-find-it-they-can-read-it way that the system works. I don't want to be found. Even by people I went to high school with, or work with, or anything. If you're a friend, you already know how to find me, if you're not... Don't fucking look. I don't want to talk to you. It's just akwardness I'm not looking to initiate.
(*warning: family ranting bullshit from this point forward*) That, and the fact that my Mother is on there. How lame is that shit I ask you. And my brother. There's shit in my life I really don't need them knowing. I quit sending bulletins and blogging on my Myspace mostly because of my wonderful family. I don't like my family all up in my business; and they seem to think that because we're family, it's their right. It's only blood fools. My family was an interesting one to grow up in. I'm not gonna bitch (anymore than I have), it just resulted in us not being very close. Or maybe I just rebelled against their beliefs and shit, who knows. I just don't want them all close. I consider my friends my family. Maybe because my friends won't let me down, or judge me like my family does, I don't know. My friends (my family of friends) are very important to me, more so than my actual family. I'd do anything for them, and they for me. So Hefe, Crossbow, StapleGun, MarkyMark, ThanksgivingGirl and of course all of you out there in Bloggerland, I love you guys. Thanks for letting me be me.
(*warning: family ranting bullshit from this point forward*) That, and the fact that my Mother is on there. How lame is that shit I ask you. And my brother. There's shit in my life I really don't need them knowing. I quit sending bulletins and blogging on my Myspace mostly because of my wonderful family. I don't like my family all up in my business; and they seem to think that because we're family, it's their right. It's only blood fools. My family was an interesting one to grow up in. I'm not gonna bitch (anymore than I have), it just resulted in us not being very close. Or maybe I just rebelled against their beliefs and shit, who knows. I just don't want them all close. I consider my friends my family. Maybe because my friends won't let me down, or judge me like my family does, I don't know. My friends (my family of friends) are very important to me, more so than my actual family. I'd do anything for them, and they for me. So Hefe, Crossbow, StapleGun, MarkyMark, ThanksgivingGirl and of course all of you out there in Bloggerland, I love you guys. Thanks for letting me be me.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Thanks Holly
I've had so much shit going on I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. That beer I drank at lunch a few weeks ago came back to bite me in the ass. I had to go see a mother fuckin counselor. I quit my tanning bed. I'm still tryin to get a part time job at the best place in the world. Just for fun. The manager of one of the local stores (who I think was eyein me when I was in there) told me that after Christmas all the local stores will have 1-2 openings. After January I'm joining a new gym (two words: Indoor Pool), which is hella retarded in that it's so far away. But, if I get into the awesome job, it's close to that.
One of the girls I kick it with is back in town (for 2 weeks; and because of her many piercings I'm calling her StapleGun) so she rounded up her posse, and we went out Friday night, and I got tore the fuck down. And it was good. Oh my lord it was good. We went out to eat first, and I had a couple brews, and got nicely buzzed, and I'm 90% sure I was bein hit on pretty strong by our server. Plus all the girls told me I was. It was so funny. Our server always made sure I had a drink in my hand (which isn't easy since when I drink anything, it tends to disappear pretty fast), and was brushing against me every time *they* were near-coming to our table or not. And then when I switched to water *they* made a comment bout "Don't your gums start tingling when you drink these?" and something else that I can't remember but made my table laugh, then brought my water with lemon. Oh that's right. And I just sat there giggling like a fool.
Then we hit the club. I've been to this club with StapleGun and her girls once before (I don't go clubbin. Mainly cuz my regular posse isn't down. They do house-parties. Which I'm not down with anymore.) and it was alright. I was the DD last time so it was interesting. But this time, as a trash-fest, it was in-fuckin-credible. And one of the bartenders was such a cutie. And they were my bartender. Oh Friday was a good night. It was the night of Kay. Everything was goin my way. I may have smacked a few asses, danced a lil bit with some people, and just buzzed the night away. I'm real familiar with the bathroom there, so if anyone needs to know where it is... I got ya covered. Though I felt like a total ass cuz StapleGun kept babysitting my trips to the bathroom. I don't like being an inconvenience, you know? We left way too soon, which is the way all good nights should go (it was actually 12 something). There may or may not be some landscaping somewhere in Sactown with my inner stomach contents on it. I thought it'd be a good idea to get rid of that before our hour-long car ride home. And when we finally got home, I had to pee so bad. Note to drunk girls everywhere, you may think there are going to be open gas stations, but there won't. Don't pass up that 24 hour grocery store cuz you think you can hold it. It will not be fun.
Oh my kiddies, a good time was had. Then I woke up at 9 the next morning (after arriving home at 1 or 2) to get some Christmas shopping done with my buddy Bow. I like kickin it with Bow, but I don't see her outside work much anymore. She's in the middle of some major moving bullshit (gettin her new house all built and meeting with all the people for her old house). And Hef is hangin with some of our other friends that I've kind of moved away from. See, me and Hef have this friend PJ who I've just noticed is a bit of a user. Cuz I've helped this fool out with everything from cleaning to baby-sitting to packing his shit up for his upcoming move. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being "Hey Kay, you have a truck right?" I'm tired of friends who say they owe you one but just keep owing you another, and another, and you finally wake up to the fact that it's not going to stop. I guess that's part of growing up. Or I'm just getting bitter. Hef has a little saying I'm starting to think is smart, "A lack of planning on your part doesn't constitute an emergency on my part."
Everyone and their mom has been calling me lately. I suppose I should be flattered and shit. But I'm not. I'm ducking and dodging their calls like an expert dodge-baller. Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge. My mother's calling me every day. I don't need to talk to her that much. Seriously. We have nothing to day. But if I don't answer she calls again, and her voice-mails become more and more (...needy?) I know she's excited I'm coming home for Christmas soon, but damn, down girl. I have issues, I don't like spending a lot of time with my family. And I don't like being trapped. Going home is not easy for me, especially when I haven't got a vehicle. And she makes all these plans for me (for which I should be grateful, but like the little ass-wipe I am, I just feel more and more trapped) from plans for me to visit the High School (she works there) to work out the kinks of their video yearbook (they don't have a teacher anymore), to wanting me to speak to some of the middle school and high school students, to planning my visits to see my friends "You'll want to see H and BrandNewBaby for a day or so," to hanging with my lil bro and sis "JJ has from the 25th to when you leave off to hang with you and C will be around and will want to do something too." To even scheduling my hair appointment. I'm glad I have her and she loves me enough to try to keep me happy but please, it's choking me. I'm a fucking adult, but when I try to say this she get's all "Oh really? Honey (to my father) did you realize our little girl is an adult?" And then I hang up on her. I cannot take it. That woman stresses me out beyond all belief. And every year I vow I'm not going home, not going to put up with that again, but I can't take the guilt-trips so I always come back.
But I refuse to let her have my Thanksgivings or my New Years's. She can't ruin all my holidays. The last 3 years I haven't spent Thanksgiving or New Years at "home." I don't really do anything for New Years but unwind from Christmas. The Thanksgivings I've spent road-trippin the east coast with friends, with a best-friend's family, and most recently, with a work-friend and her 2 year old since her boyfriend's out of town (for 4 months. Shafttile.) And her little boy was sooooo cute. And she has a one year old cutie dog, and a brand new kitten. Probably my favorite Thanksgiving to date. It was very mellow, very laid back, no dressing up, I got to entertain a lil-man and help set up and clean up and just be stress-free.
This has really rambled, and I need to shower, so The End.
One of the girls I kick it with is back in town (for 2 weeks; and because of her many piercings I'm calling her StapleGun) so she rounded up her posse, and we went out Friday night, and I got tore the fuck down. And it was good. Oh my lord it was good. We went out to eat first, and I had a couple brews, and got nicely buzzed, and I'm 90% sure I was bein hit on pretty strong by our server. Plus all the girls told me I was. It was so funny. Our server always made sure I had a drink in my hand (which isn't easy since when I drink anything, it tends to disappear pretty fast), and was brushing against me every time *they* were near-coming to our table or not. And then when I switched to water *they* made a comment bout "Don't your gums start tingling when you drink these?" and something else that I can't remember but made my table laugh, then brought my water with lemon. Oh that's right. And I just sat there giggling like a fool.
Then we hit the club. I've been to this club with StapleGun and her girls once before (I don't go clubbin. Mainly cuz my regular posse isn't down. They do house-parties. Which I'm not down with anymore.) and it was alright. I was the DD last time so it was interesting. But this time, as a trash-fest, it was in-fuckin-credible. And one of the bartenders was such a cutie. And they were my bartender. Oh Friday was a good night. It was the night of Kay. Everything was goin my way. I may have smacked a few asses, danced a lil bit with some people, and just buzzed the night away. I'm real familiar with the bathroom there, so if anyone needs to know where it is... I got ya covered. Though I felt like a total ass cuz StapleGun kept babysitting my trips to the bathroom. I don't like being an inconvenience, you know? We left way too soon, which is the way all good nights should go (it was actually 12 something). There may or may not be some landscaping somewhere in Sactown with my inner stomach contents on it. I thought it'd be a good idea to get rid of that before our hour-long car ride home. And when we finally got home, I had to pee so bad. Note to drunk girls everywhere, you may think there are going to be open gas stations, but there won't. Don't pass up that 24 hour grocery store cuz you think you can hold it. It will not be fun.
Oh my kiddies, a good time was had. Then I woke up at 9 the next morning (after arriving home at 1 or 2) to get some Christmas shopping done with my buddy Bow. I like kickin it with Bow, but I don't see her outside work much anymore. She's in the middle of some major moving bullshit (gettin her new house all built and meeting with all the people for her old house). And Hef is hangin with some of our other friends that I've kind of moved away from. See, me and Hef have this friend PJ who I've just noticed is a bit of a user. Cuz I've helped this fool out with everything from cleaning to baby-sitting to packing his shit up for his upcoming move. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being "Hey Kay, you have a truck right?" I'm tired of friends who say they owe you one but just keep owing you another, and another, and you finally wake up to the fact that it's not going to stop. I guess that's part of growing up. Or I'm just getting bitter. Hef has a little saying I'm starting to think is smart, "A lack of planning on your part doesn't constitute an emergency on my part."
Everyone and their mom has been calling me lately. I suppose I should be flattered and shit. But I'm not. I'm ducking and dodging their calls like an expert dodge-baller. Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge. My mother's calling me every day. I don't need to talk to her that much. Seriously. We have nothing to day. But if I don't answer she calls again, and her voice-mails become more and more (...needy?) I know she's excited I'm coming home for Christmas soon, but damn, down girl. I have issues, I don't like spending a lot of time with my family. And I don't like being trapped. Going home is not easy for me, especially when I haven't got a vehicle. And she makes all these plans for me (for which I should be grateful, but like the little ass-wipe I am, I just feel more and more trapped) from plans for me to visit the High School (she works there) to work out the kinks of their video yearbook (they don't have a teacher anymore), to wanting me to speak to some of the middle school and high school students, to planning my visits to see my friends "You'll want to see H and BrandNewBaby for a day or so," to hanging with my lil bro and sis "JJ has from the 25th to when you leave off to hang with you and C will be around and will want to do something too." To even scheduling my hair appointment. I'm glad I have her and she loves me enough to try to keep me happy but please, it's choking me. I'm a fucking adult, but when I try to say this she get's all "Oh really? Honey (to my father) did you realize our little girl is an adult?" And then I hang up on her. I cannot take it. That woman stresses me out beyond all belief. And every year I vow I'm not going home, not going to put up with that again, but I can't take the guilt-trips so I always come back.
But I refuse to let her have my Thanksgivings or my New Years's. She can't ruin all my holidays. The last 3 years I haven't spent Thanksgiving or New Years at "home." I don't really do anything for New Years but unwind from Christmas. The Thanksgivings I've spent road-trippin the east coast with friends, with a best-friend's family, and most recently, with a work-friend and her 2 year old since her boyfriend's out of town (for 4 months. Shafttile.) And her little boy was sooooo cute. And she has a one year old cutie dog, and a brand new kitten. Probably my favorite Thanksgiving to date. It was very mellow, very laid back, no dressing up, I got to entertain a lil-man and help set up and clean up and just be stress-free.
This has really rambled, and I need to shower, so The End.
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