believe me, the woman saved everything
jesus christ. grass valley is so boring. i tend to love it for short periods of time, maxing out my limit on the couch time scale within about two days. sure, hte couch is comfy. sure, satillite television is kinda nice, there are so many more options of crap to watch, but seriously, i can't handle it much longer. i've been here for three days and already i've done all of the things i can think of that i used to do to distract myself from the eternal void of nothingness that is nevada county. everything that i can do, given that it's raining buckets. it has not stopped raining since i've been home. relentless rain. drop drop drop. it's driving me crazy. like chinese torture. drip drip drip. grrrrr.
today there was a spew of doctor's appointments. just incase i was dying while i was away, there is no chance now. anything that might be wrong with me has been diagnosed and, either a new appointment has been scheduled for which it to be taken care of, or it has caused me much pain and suffering in shots or standing in line at the pharmacy. list of ailments (from today only): pink eye + eyedrops; mole removed (shot received was painful enough to deter war in a third world country on the basis of the fact that the pain that would be felt is so much more than any sort of freedom is worth). furthermore, i have a cavity. a cavity. who gets cavities at twenty? haven't i mastered my tooth brushing skills yet? maybe in another twenty years? this is crazy.
drip drip drip.
i have this huge black spot on my lower abdomen marking the grave site where my mole once stood. my doctor, who has known me since i was pre-opinion about anything not regarding baby food, called me a baby and compared me to my youngest sister on account of my whining about how much the numbing shot hurt. it's not my fault that he jabbed it into my precious baby making organs. i'm already not good with needles and he knows that. every time i get a shot i squirm like an octopus on a scale.
it has just entered my senses taht when harry ment sally is on the oxygen channel. now my life is complete. they are singing surry with a fringe on top. i lied before. now my life is complete that meg ryan is rambling on about how harry hates her voice because she is completely oblivous that helen has entered the scene. alas, we meet the mystical helen.
so plans for tomorrow. search downtown so that i might find something that upsets me enough that i can rant for at least ten minutes on this thing; pack up my shit to go visit friend; go to optomotrist; go to social security; go to honda dealership so that they will give me the special little security code so that i can listen to music through the minimal six speakers in my state of the art civic (6 years ago) and not break the law by rocking out in my own two headphones. i think that sums it up. bother my mother at her office. bother my father in the yard.
some lady called me today at my parents' house phone regarding my ad i placed online about the California rabbits i raised. i was slightly lost in her persuit of some snotty rabbits, and happily informed her that 1. i don't live in grass valley anymore; 2. i never lived in penn valley period and 3. i never raised rabbits.
oh, harry and sally have fought and made up now.
blah. i need a life. and need some excitement.
today there was a spew of doctor's appointments. just incase i was dying while i was away, there is no chance now. anything that might be wrong with me has been diagnosed and, either a new appointment has been scheduled for which it to be taken care of, or it has caused me much pain and suffering in shots or standing in line at the pharmacy. list of ailments (from today only): pink eye + eyedrops; mole removed (shot received was painful enough to deter war in a third world country on the basis of the fact that the pain that would be felt is so much more than any sort of freedom is worth). furthermore, i have a cavity. a cavity. who gets cavities at twenty? haven't i mastered my tooth brushing skills yet? maybe in another twenty years? this is crazy.
drip drip drip.
i have this huge black spot on my lower abdomen marking the grave site where my mole once stood. my doctor, who has known me since i was pre-opinion about anything not regarding baby food, called me a baby and compared me to my youngest sister on account of my whining about how much the numbing shot hurt. it's not my fault that he jabbed it into my precious baby making organs. i'm already not good with needles and he knows that. every time i get a shot i squirm like an octopus on a scale.
it has just entered my senses taht when harry ment sally is on the oxygen channel. now my life is complete. they are singing surry with a fringe on top. i lied before. now my life is complete that meg ryan is rambling on about how harry hates her voice because she is completely oblivous that helen has entered the scene. alas, we meet the mystical helen.
so plans for tomorrow. search downtown so that i might find something that upsets me enough that i can rant for at least ten minutes on this thing; pack up my shit to go visit friend; go to optomotrist; go to social security; go to honda dealership so that they will give me the special little security code so that i can listen to music through the minimal six speakers in my state of the art civic (6 years ago) and not break the law by rocking out in my own two headphones. i think that sums it up. bother my mother at her office. bother my father in the yard.
some lady called me today at my parents' house phone regarding my ad i placed online about the California rabbits i raised. i was slightly lost in her persuit of some snotty rabbits, and happily informed her that 1. i don't live in grass valley anymore; 2. i never lived in penn valley period and 3. i never raised rabbits.
oh, harry and sally have fought and made up now.
blah. i need a life. and need some excitement.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 21:58
1 Comments:
maybe if you spent as much time on oral hygiene as you do on house sanitation and multivitamin distribution you would have no cavities like myself. or maybe i should just stop pumping you with chocolate, and pudding, and everything else with too much sugar that I enjoy eating...
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