A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

*frustration*

I don’t think I’ve ever hated the writers of ER any more than I do at this very moment.

Ow. OW.

From the Studen Doctor Network Forums, where they have perhaps the greated thread ever devoted to things they’ve learned from their patients:

“If you are 13 and feeling….experimental….Don’t use the dish hose from the sink as your ambassador to rectal pleasure. If you do, the spring-loaded handle thingy will open after you shove it up past the anus, making it impossible to get out.

Furthermore, it will be difficult to explain to your step-father when he discovers you how you became ‘tethered’ to the sink by the dish hose.

You’ll have to have it surgically removed. And I’m betting nobody will volunteer to do the dishes ever again…”

Randomness on a Thursday

After a week or two of experimenting, I managed to get the geisha’s face to be whiter than it was. It’s not glaringly pale, since I don’t want to make the sock overly stiff, but it is paler than it had been. I don’t think it’s going to get any whiter, so I’m going to work on the lips and mouth tonight. Last week I bought some red embroidery floss for the geisha’s lips, and do you think I can find that shit today? No, of course not. I can’t find the extra black floss I bought either. I’m going to check my purse when I leave, and if I can’t find it I’ll pick up some more when I pick up Eddie. Then I can finish the geisha up tonight, and hopefully we’ll get some sunshine this weekend so I can take some pictures of her for the monkey photo album and ship her off.

My jaw is so much better today than it was earlier this week. I can talk and it doesn’t hurt.

I found out that next Friday is my final for the two classes I’m in right now, which conveniently is also the day that Eddie has off, so I get out early and come right home to be with him.

I really miss my funky haircolor. I don’t mind brown, but after about 10 years of dying it bright colors, you can see why brown just isn’t me anymore.

Tonight is Survivor night, followed up with CSI and ER. I’m not sure if we’re cooking or ordering food. I’m wicked sleepy, probably because of the benedry I took today to avoid sniffling like crazy at school.

What a boring day.

Last night I was goofing around and sending Eddie links to all sorts of… um… marital aids, and finally I got the idea that he wasn’t interested and told him I wouldn’t send any more unless I found one I wanted. Five minutes later I sent him a link, and don’t you know he bought it for me? I have the greatest husband in the world.

I slept late. Late to me is 9am. I watched a it of the Today show, flipped over to ER and watched the episode where everyone learned Dr. Greene has died. Tomorrow I think they show the episode chronicalling his last couple of days in Hawaii. It’s sad that I know this.

I played FFXI for a little while. I’m levelling up my beastmaster job, which is fun because I don’t need to have a full party of others to actually accomplish anyone, but I can’t do anything else with it quite yet because a friend wants to duo with me in the mornings once he catches up with me.

I set up a little page just for the monkeys this afternoon. Once I can get a couple of them posted on there I’ll put it on Blogexplosion and get some hits to it and maybe sell some of them.

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