Keep on keepin' on
So let's see.
Yesterday I got my second IVP to see if my surgery did any good. But since my kidneys been hurting like a bitch, it was just visual proof of what I've known since they took my stent out. So I guess I'm just going to ask the doctor to cut out that part of my ureter that refuses to drain. Doctors are bullshit. Kidneys are bullshit. It was funny though, because all day Chris kept trying to feel the part that doesn't work and offering to cut it out.
I also went and voted, not that it did any good whatsoever. Fucking Bush. I can't fucking believe that so many idiots voted for that asshole--again. I'm going to live abroad I swear to god. Basically all I got out of the election was a great sticker and a night of MSNBC.
So I'm listening to my Ipod, making a CD, and hanging out with my friend and yours The Captain. It's an exciting night.
My November schedule at work sucks so bad. Next week I have to do 8-4:30 Monday=Friday for Michelle. Which means a whole lot of Occ Health. Someone shoot me now before I shoot myself. I am so sick of workman's comp...Then the rest of the month I have what could quite possibly be the gayest hours I have ever worked--worse than my waitress hours.
Wow, they're actually playing Hole on VH1 Megahits. Digital cable, I love you.
So yeah. Our house is full of mice and we have a squirrel in the attic. It was funny because for like a week it would bite the doorbell wire every morning at 7. The first few times I actually got up and answered the door. Then like day 5 it rang and Chris rolled over and asked me who was at the door and I told him "It's the squirrel, and it's for you" haha He must have chewed through it though because it doesn't work at all anymore. But the mice--my god. We have traps in the kitchen and I swear every 3 hours theres a mouse. Chris' dad chased me around the house with one tonight when I was making spaghetti. Last week one got into our cigarette butt bucket in the garage. Chris sprayed him with raid, it was sad. Sad, but scientific. Not that I'm an advocate of poison or anything...
And now I'm going to put my cd in the stereo and listen to it and then drag my passed out boyfriend to bed. Too much fun.
Cute
Yesterday I got my second IVP to see if my surgery did any good. But since my kidneys been hurting like a bitch, it was just visual proof of what I've known since they took my stent out. So I guess I'm just going to ask the doctor to cut out that part of my ureter that refuses to drain. Doctors are bullshit. Kidneys are bullshit. It was funny though, because all day Chris kept trying to feel the part that doesn't work and offering to cut it out.
I also went and voted, not that it did any good whatsoever. Fucking Bush. I can't fucking believe that so many idiots voted for that asshole--again. I'm going to live abroad I swear to god. Basically all I got out of the election was a great sticker and a night of MSNBC.
So I'm listening to my Ipod, making a CD, and hanging out with my friend and yours The Captain. It's an exciting night.
My November schedule at work sucks so bad. Next week I have to do 8-4:30 Monday=Friday for Michelle. Which means a whole lot of Occ Health. Someone shoot me now before I shoot myself. I am so sick of workman's comp...Then the rest of the month I have what could quite possibly be the gayest hours I have ever worked--worse than my waitress hours.
Wow, they're actually playing Hole on VH1 Megahits. Digital cable, I love you.
So yeah. Our house is full of mice and we have a squirrel in the attic. It was funny because for like a week it would bite the doorbell wire every morning at 7. The first few times I actually got up and answered the door. Then like day 5 it rang and Chris rolled over and asked me who was at the door and I told him "It's the squirrel, and it's for you" haha He must have chewed through it though because it doesn't work at all anymore. But the mice--my god. We have traps in the kitchen and I swear every 3 hours theres a mouse. Chris' dad chased me around the house with one tonight when I was making spaghetti. Last week one got into our cigarette butt bucket in the garage. Chris sprayed him with raid, it was sad. Sad, but scientific. Not that I'm an advocate of poison or anything...
And now I'm going to put my cd in the stereo and listen to it and then drag my passed out boyfriend to bed. Too much fun.
Cute