I hate to beat a dead horse but, *nay* *beat* dies* *more beating* *still dead* *don't care ( Read more... )

Late last night I got back from Canada. Ryan and I went to Toronto to finally see Evil Dead: The Musical and, despite the twenty six or so hours of train travel total, I would say it was totally worth it. If you have an insane love and obsession with the Evil Dead franchise then I highly recommend making every effort to get to Toronto and check ( Read more... )

So I'm apparently stuck forever with the ringing. That's not the best thing ever. The ENT recommended this supplement call N acetyl cysteine which sometimes can fix you up real good nudge nudge wink wink know what i mean. I looked it up and apprently it cleans the toxicity out of ones liver which means it may actually be helpful for me since two ( Read more... )

Day four of the tinnitus and it's worse than ever. I have to be surrounded by background noise at all times or else or I immediately start to freak out. The dentist said I was fine but that maybe I have TMJ and that is causing the ringing. My endo was useless and I don't see the ENT until tomorrow. I don't know how to be optimistic about this ( Read more... )

I sure wish that the Romantic Depot commercial with questionably attractive women and whacky sex toys all throughout the tristate area could cheer me up. Oh, sure, Victoria Zlock, makes me laugh if only because her name is Victoria Zlock but it's a hollow, empty laugh. Mocking everyone and everything around me just doesn't quite pack the punch it ( Read more... )

I have this insanely loud ringing in both my ears and it hasn't stopped for two days straight now. I haven't been anywhere excessively loud. I don't know if it's hormone or medication related or if it has something to do with the crazy gum pain I've been experiencing for the last few weeks. I'm in full panic mode because, uh, I've had one too ( Read more... )

Wow but the Wayne's World sequel seemed a lot better in '93. There's nothing worse than things being better in your nostalgic mind than they were in real life ( Read more... )

There are people out there who I thought were friends and I've kind of reached the conclusion that, uh, no... they aren't. When a friend does something that bothers you, you say 'hey, please don't do that because it kind of bothers me'. When you just stop inviting people places you are not a friend. You don't prevent friends from reading your ( Read more... )

I kind of enjoyed being angry at what equates to an anonoymous blogger and having crumby legislation and hypocritical activism around is always plus category junction for when I want to be sore with the world. What I'm less keen on is rampant malaise which is the emoticon of which I most often find myself ascribed. I want to look in the mirror ( Read more... )

The worst kinds of bigots aren't the ones who wear pillow cases, burn crosses or shave their heads. No. The worst kind of bigot is the one who thinks they are the victim, the one who victimises another group just to protect their own. Sometimes little things remind us the long-reaching consequences of much larger actions. For example ( Read more... )