Extreme Mornings!
Way too strange...
Yesterday morning I got up late, didn't want to shower or get ready for work but I did. Still groggy eyed and dysfunctional I managed to put together an oufit from the clothing pile on my floor. For some reason, I can't get myself out of the perpetual cycle of washing my clothes, folding them, putting them away, and then taking them back out (maybe wearing them or just looking at them by the reflection of the mirror) and then tossing them on the floor. So somehow two items that I never wore together that also didn't require ironing made it off the mound and on to my body. Little did I realize I didn't match but at the time I didn't really care. My hair and make up were done and I looked presentable enough. Just as I was about to make my way out my bedroom door I remembered that I needed to water my hanging flower baskets.
As I opened my balcony sliding door I noticed an older Asain man dressed in crazy wild colors but didn't think much of it until he dropped his red sweat pants and his pattern print boxers. Unfortunately my lovely balcony overlooks a parking lot of a tattoo shop and a laundry matt so I am guessing that he didn't know I was going to be there. So as I continued watering my pansy's I paid no mind to the man. I figured that he probably needed to relieve his bladder but I didn't hear him make a sound. When I glanced back at him I noticed that while his pants were still down he was rubbing his bum against the van he was leaning on...Since I knew no one would believe me I called my roommate over but his pants were up by then :( We both agreed the gentlemen did not look right-
This morning I had a dermatologist appointment before work. Last summer I noticed a spot on my neck and couple of dots on my torso do not get tan when I am out in the sun. So I figured it was about time to do something about it. I showed the Doc the areas and without any warning he zested my neck as if I was I lime. Completely pissed off I said, "Ouuhhh, why didn't you take a sample in a less obvious area?" He seemed to think that my neck had the most dominate area, yada, yada, yada...He then prescribed me medication and told me to call back in 2 weeks for my results. He also said he wanted to do an allergy test so he left the room and sent in his assistant. She placed a bunch of stickers on my back and told me not to get them wet and to come back Thursday at any time. WTF?
How am I suppose to shower? go to the gym? play softball? I sweat! It is raining! This is insane! I didn't even ask for this... I feel like I am a human sticker book. There are 70 stickers on my back and I have a band-aid on my neck. I feel like a gimp! Though everyone at work thinks I have a hicky b/c I have a stupid band-aid on my neck...errr their all just jealous that they don't have a life but shit I neither will I if I continue to look like a retard.