Anyone who’s followed my blog for anything decent amount of time knows that I lost my grandmother last year to breast cancer. Not only did I lose my grandmother, but so did my sister and my cousins. My mother and her brothers and sister lost their mother, and my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bobby lost their sister. And as dumb as it might sound, right now there’s a cat upstairs who is still curious as to why she can’t come downstairs and snuggle with Nanny on the couch. As anyone who has dealt with it either personally or as a supporter, cancer doesn’t just affect the person with the disease, it affects everyone in the family as well.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Normally I couldn’t give two shits about what sort of awareness month it is, but obviously this one actually strikes near and dear to my heart. Which is why this morning I submitted a topless photo to the annual Boobiethon. It’s up in their galleries as of tonight, and you can go and check me out in all my topless, yet tastefully artsy glory. If you’ve got some spare change, make a donation via the Boobiethon site, or do it directly to Susan G Koman for the Cure.

And no, I won’t tell you which one is me.

Mom quote from dinner the other night:

“I thought I saw a cell phone case the other day that had a picture of Peter Griffin in a thong on it, but it was actually just a starfish.”

It’s a shame the sound of disappointment that it was just a starfish can’t be accurately conveyed via the web.

Because I’m too lazy to come up with my own posts sometimes, I do surveys. This is the Avitable survey that he came up with all on his own.

• My favorite age: 19
• My best friend(s): Eddie, Supertech, and my assorted WoW friends
• My celebrity crush: Hugh Laurie, Angelina Jolie, the Mac guy whose name escapes me at the moment, Josh Hartnett
• My defining characteristic: my moodswings, my sarcastic nature, and my red hair (back in the day)
• My most evil moment: when Supertech and I make fun of the customers
• My favorite food: Taco Bell
• My grossest injury: a few nasty sunburns
• My biggest hatred: stupidity and the increasing amount of “do this for me” attitude from people at work.
• My most illegal activity: shoplifting from a place that I used to work at, random nights of pot smoking.
• My need for justice: forced sterilization of people who just won’t stop breeding kids that they don’t have the means to support
• My most knowledgeable field: I’m a font of random, pointless info
• My life’s goal: Don’t kill anyone.
• My mother’s influence: Mom gave me a love of reading
• My nerdiest point: I’m planning on taking vacation time during the week that the WoW exspansion comes out in November
• My oldest memory: Trick-or-treating in California when I was about 2 or 3
• My perfect date: Dinner, a movie, and cuddling on the couch
• My unanswered question: Who put the “bomp” in the “bomp shebomp shebomp”?
• My random fact: Lysol makes me cough.
• My stupidest decision: There’s too many to list
• My favorite television show:Lost, Heroes, House, Survivor
• My style of underwear: boy short style
• My favorite vegetable: peas
• My weakest trait: I’ve got a terrible temper, and horrible mood swings.
• My X-men power: OCD M&M sorting
• My strongest yearning: to be loved
• My moment of Zen: Saturday mornings when Pickle wakes me up, the middle of the night when Chaucer crawls under the covers with me

We had all day to ourselves yesterday. Eddie went to Wal*Mart to get some groceries while I sat around in jammies and ate a bowl Cocoa Puffs and drank some coffee. Once we established that my stomach was not going to to call for an evacuation we took off in search of a game store that would allow us to preorder the collectors edition for the newest expansion pack for WoW. We didn’t find any, much to our dismay, so we ordered the regular version and have the option of upgrading during the likely midnight release if they actually get any of them. Mom and Brian went mini-golfing last night, and Eddie and I had a lovely dinner of KFC and adult beverages. Danielle showed up looking for Mom and sat downstairs with us for a while, drinking my Mike’s Hard Cranberry and chatting about her boyfriend issues and our stepsister’s impending baby.

I love my Sundays home alone. Not that I mind having the company of Eddie, but for about 7 hours a week I’ve got the house entirely to myself, and it gives me time to surf the web and listen to my music nice and loud. I can log into WoW and play with a low-level character, or level up my low pet. At this very moment I’m posting, I’m blasting Bob Seger’s “Night Moves”, sitting in comfy pants and Eddie’s Patriots hoody, and drinking a Coke Zero because I can’t be assed to make a pot of coffee or cocoa. I’m going to make myself a calzone for lunch, and we’re having spaghetti for dinner with Mom’s homemade sauce.

I’m absolutely thrilled that tomorrow is Friday. It’s been a long week. The customers have been insane. Poor Supertech had a loony on the phone today with her panties in a wad because she heard on the news that the FDA was talking about no longer importing from a certain drug company’s Indian plant, and being well aware that she had not given Supertech her name, demanded that we tell her if any of her drugs had come from that plant. We discovered that one of our customers had been getting 2 different strengths of Vicodin from 2 different doctors and filling them at 2 different pharmacies, so we got to rat him out to both doctors. Needless to say he’s fucked, since chances are very good that neither of these doctors will deal with him anymore. Right before I left I took a call from one of our regular losers who was wanting a refill on her Vicodin, telling me that the last time we filled it for her we gave her a lower strength than what she was supposed to get. Chances are exceptionally good that she’s full of shit, considering that her last fill was 2 weeks ago, and if it was a lower strength I’d bet my paycheck she’d be right there an hour later with those wrong pills.

I finally got Socialthing working properly, and so far I’m liking it. Since I rarely actually log into Facebook, I’ve now got an easy way of checking out people’s status on there. Without it I wouldn’t know that my stepsister wants her baby out NOW, and that my cousin has started grad school. Maybe next week sometime I’ll get the Facebook app for my phone and do more on there, since I do like it more than Myspace. I do wish that Socialthing would pull all my Plurk friends’ posts instead of just my own; I’ve got no reason to see my own Plurks, I see them when I’m on the Plurk site reading all my friends’ posts over there.

This weekend Eddie and I go on the hunt for a game store that will do preorders for the WoW expansion pack’s collector’s edition. We’re just that nerdy. I’m also trying to come up with a way to earn some extra spending cash, since I know that the deposit that we’re waiting for is not going to be enough to buy myself the new digital camera that I want and get the work done on my tattoo.

Have I mentioned the tattoo work? Probably not. Last Saturday Eddie and I went up to the shop near the house. After looking at the artists’ portfolios in there and seeing that they do have some experience with cover-ups and reworking existing tattoos, I asked the guy at the counter if he had any ideas one what he could do with my chest piece. I believe my exact words were “Is there any way you can FIX THIS?” as I pointed to my tits. Not that I actually needed to point to my chest at all, since it tends to garner enough attention without me gesturing at it in a LOOKATME manner. We talked over what I didn’t like about it and what he thought can be done to it to make it look better and to cover up the banners, which look like complete and utter shit just a year after getting them done. The nice dude with the dreads whipped out his digital camera, took a couple of pics of my chest and told me he’d come up with something.