You know, those douchebags who rhapsodize about how perfectly a banana fits in their hand? And be like, "Explain to me how the female reproductive organs were intelligently designed. Because unless your Intelligent Designer is a sadist, that shit makes no sense ( Read more... )

No more diarrhea, no more of this not peeing nearly enough for all the water you're drinking nonsense, and most certainly no more sneezing. That is just completely uncalled for ( Read more... )

That was a whole lotta worrying for a whole lotta nothing ( Read more... )

March is when I'm supposed to find out whether or not I got into the UICB Certificate program.
Let the obsessive-compulsive checking of the mailbox begin!

In other March news, next Friday is gonna be stabbity needles in the neck day. Yay?

When you're in trouble, you can call DW.

...and yet I have no idea where the local hospitals are. Because that means I haven't had to go to the hospital ( Read more... )