TWO MORE MONTHS??!! Motherfuckercocksuckingsonofabitchwhoreslagbloodyfuckingfuckfuckshitassfuck.
Okay, I feel a little better.

Dear God,
Please, please, please let my cast come off tomorrow. And hopefully Kristen will come through with a ride to the doctor. I really don't know if I'd survive the whole summer in a cast. It may not be possible.

Thank you ever so much,
--A.

I love champagne! It makes me all floaty and happy. Much thanks to my Becky-la for introducing me to this heaven.

And a Happy 26th Birthday to my favorite pessimist, Lyn who gave me the occasion to consume one of my favorite beverages.

Yup, It's official. I have to spend another stupid month in this stupid cast. By the time they finally remove it, I will have spent over a quarter of a year with it. Can't say that I'll miss it. Apparently, if my bone has not mended at the end of this month, then I'll have to have surgery. Still no insurance. And now I really have to quit my job. ( Read more... )

I can't sleep and it's infuriating. Thank the heavens I don't have to wake up at some crazy ungodly hour tomorrow. I long for unconsciousness like I long for a fucking cigarette. Dammit. Janet. (I'm a insomniac geek, what can I say?)

So, as I'm sitting here thinking (yes, I do that from time to time), I pose this question to one and all:

What get's you going? Not necessarily in just a fucking way, but what's sexy to you? People, situations...in the general sense.

I wake up at about 1.30pm because that's what you do when you're stuck inside day after day and can't drive. Then I decide to check to see if my netflix are being shipped today, 'cause that's what you do when you're one step away from using a chamber pot, since the bathroom seems so far away and your crutches are wearing the skin away from under ( Read more... )

So, 48 hours later I'm bored as shit. On a good note, I am getting my cast put on tomorrow. Apparently, the doctors don't immediately put casts on anymore because of the swelling. Right now I have this ginormous splint/bandage thing that is so loose (now), that when my foot slides around and hits the side it's fucking agony. Also, I almost broke my ( Read more... )

So, I'm an idiot and must have a yearning to throw all of my hard earned money to the hospital gods, 'cause I done gone and hurt myself. And I still have no insurance. Yay for stupid-os who go and break their foot and must spend the next two months in a cast!! Guess I'm not moving out...or dancing...or bathing for that matter. How is it that ( Read more... )

My mood is as black as my chonies.