Would you?

If you met someone exactly like you, but the preferred sex for you to date, would you date him/her? In other words, would you date yourself?

I miss you

I

've been thinking about you.

And you.

And you too!

But for the past 4 days I've been laying in bed with ice packs on my knees.

Yeah.

Hurts like hell. But I have to wait until payday to go to the doctor & get another cortisone shot.

Anyway, I stopped drinking that Glucosamine shit. My shoulder & arm aren't paintul to the touch anymore, but I think I'd rather deal with that than the fucking knee pain.

It got bad when I spent 20 minutes standing in line at my Grandmother's 90th birthday celebration. Had I known it would be that crowded, I would have brought my walker.

But ANYWAY.

Now my face is sore. Just half of it, LOL.

*sigh*

The point is, it wasn't the glucosamine making my shoulder sore.

Whatever.

Today when Evan left to catch the bus, I told him to open the sliding glass door.

Woke up @ 9 and it was 64 degrees in here, LOL. That's fine when I'm sleeping, but getting out of bed in a 64 degree house is not fun!

The wind has been CRAZY today. Everybody's lawn chairs are all over the place, LOL.

I don't care as long as nothing hits my car.

It's finally raining.

I hope Evan doesn't have freaking weight lifting today. He had it every day last week.

That last episode of House where Hugh had the old man Larry King shoulders has scarred me so, I finally changed my Firefox persona...

I may end up making another one, but for now... I don't want to see Hugh. It makes me sad.

That is all.

Because my head is trying to get a migraine.

And I have to tinkle.

Bye.

I'm thinking about you even though I haven't blogged or visited your blog!

Send me some Vicodin.

Thanks. :-)

Purgatory? Dream

I

was having a very odd dream when the alarm went off this morning. That's why I'm blogging @ this ungodly hour. I want to get down as much of it as I remember.

So it seemed like I was narrating what happens to you when you die. We all looked like Dr. Seuss characters and the whole dream was to the song Centipede by Rebbie Jackson.

That bitch just smiles at me and keeps sucking for another egg.
The first thing I remember is all of us dead people going into a "pep rally" type thing. I don't remember what we talked about. I just remember at the end where I'm hugging this chick who is very worried about her daughter (they died in a car crash). She kept saying "I can't understand why she's not here already!" and I'm thinking 'Because she's in Hell. If she was coming here, she'd be here. YOU'RE here.' but I didn't say it out loud. She also said "When you were speaking, I felt like you were speaking to me. It was so moving." I'm thinking 'WTF ever. When can I go back to my room?' The whole time, I was trying not to cry.

So I get back to my "room" and narrator me says "And when you die, your period doesn't stop, it just gets disrupted."

First they put this bug in your cooch. I said "It's not as gross as you think. It's all very clean & efficient" I can see the bug on the tv (dr seuss bug) happily eating the lining of my uterus.

Then Menstruvia stops by to eat the egg. But she wants more eggs. So after she eats the first egg, she spends all of her time (while the bug is eating the lining) trying to suck down another egg. It hurts. Like cramps. I'm giving her the evil eye on the tv screen. That bitch just smiles at me and keeps sucking for another egg.

Then the alarm went off.

??????????????

What does it mean? LOL.

Yard Sale

W

e (me, my cousins & my aunt) had a yard sale today. 8-1. We're having another one tomorrow.


Everything must go!Evan made $4. All from his cousin. For toys. Evan was all up in his face like "Do you have Beast? But do you have a Beast like this? You know you want it."

Poor kid didn't have a chance, LOL. Every time he made a dollar from selling his toys, he was back looking at Evan's toys.

I traded my cousin 2 DVDs for $1 and 3 lamps. Wheeeee. Now I don't have to turn on the overhead light when I'm on the computer. I used to have a lamp there, but someone (I won't say who. Because I don't remember...) broke it. So I have a desk lamp & 2 spares, LOL.

Whatever.

I hope we have more traffic tomorrow. I'm sure we will. My aunt put it in the paper "Multi-family Yard Sale".

So stop by tomorrow! 8-whenever. ;-p

Spring Break...yay

C

an you read my enthusiasm?

Whatever.

I'm feeling blah. So blah that I can't work up a good state of pissosity to blog about how The Boy woke me up every 5 minutes by coming in to get a bottle of water.

It probably wasn't every 5 minutes, but it felt like that, LOL.

So, yeah.

I saw movies (Sherlock Holmes, Zombieland, that one with Bruce Willis where everyone has an avatar). Took Tiki to the vet. Blah blah.

I don't feel like blogging.

I don't feel like doing anything.

Not in a depressed way, just an "I would try to take a nap if I didn't know that as soon as I started dreaming about my boyfriend Evan would come in to get his 97th bottle of water today" kind of blah.

Speaking of my boyfriend, I saw the episode of House that Hugh directed. I liked when Foreman & Taub took a lot of vicodin to try and walk in House's shoes.

I got these avatars from HERE. I was going to use them as my FB avatar, but my nephew got banned from FB (or suspended for a while) for using an album cover for his avatar, so I don't know. I can't abandon my farm and no I'm not addicted.

That's all for now!

*sigh*

Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?

S

o I finally got my knee (and most of my back) pain under control. I just drink disgusting salty/fruity glucosamine supplements every day.

Now my right shoulder is tender.

Like I have sunburn.

But I rarely go out, and definitely not topless, so WTF is this shit?????

Shirts hurt.

Everything hurts.

It's irritating.

Seriously.

God is getting on my last nerve.

Last week I was vomiting & freezing and shit and now I can't stand for anything to touch my damned shoulder? Not even a freaking shirt???

*SIGH*

That is all.

PS - I'm not moderating you, Max. I just don't check my comments as much as I used to. :-)

Random Thoughts

J

ust crap, nothing coherent or serious.

1. Why does my mother know who Justin Bierber is and how old he is?


2. Why is JB 16 but looks and speaks like a 12 year old?


3. Why do people on Petville put toilets in their kitchens? That's just gross...

Boomshakalakalaka Boom
4. Why does every popular song these days have Autotune? Even people that have actual talent use it. I don't get it.


5. T Pain (or whatever) needs a vacation. Or maybe I just need to start listening to Country music.


6. I'm sleepy, but I doubt I can sleep. Had to take a migraine pill with caffeine at 5 or something this evening. I'll be up til the morning light and wondering why...


7. Caffeine is a hard word to spell. Because the E comes first, but it's not directly after a C. Who made up these useless rules about spelling???