This entry is all about oversharing.
For example: I got a pap smear today. What a way to tense your pelvic floor. I've had, what, fifteen? twenty? of these procedures, and not one has even managed to be comfortable, let alone erotic. So when I see medical porn, I'm all like, who is buying this? A cold metal duckbill, inserted without lube, and a giant q-tip scritching against your inner organs. How is that sexy?
But there's a vaccine for cervical cancer now. I'm leery that they wanna pop it on girls as young as 12. I'm not jumping on the good-thing bandwagon without a lot more reading.
I dreamed I was in Brooklyn last night. Asked my ex-boyfriend if he thought that his aunt and uncle would let me stay the night with them; he said, Well, they're kind of evangelical, so they'd probably want you to take communion and repent before they let you in the house. ...and two nights ago I was married to a guy who looked like Denis Leary. It was about 8:30 pm, and he was about to leave the house to go camping (and bear-hunting?) with his buddies. I was a little hesitant, since hunting bears can get you killed - but I kissed him goodbye and said, I love you. He looked down at me, completely serious, and said, I love you more.
Brooklyn had to be inspired by gabbing with Kenyette yesterday about how good it will feel to leave the South. I wish I liked it here better than I do, but I don't. It's not home. So I'm thinking up ways to move to Brooklyn before my sanity runs out in April 2007. If you've got ideas, let me know. I don't know what part of my brain Denis Leary showed up from - hadn't seen or heard him recently. Maybe I need to move to New York, meet his doppelganger, and marry him. And keep an eye out for bears.
I cancelled my cable subscription. Had to go take them the stupid digital tuner, but they won't come out here to shut off the service until next week. So I have ten days of free basic cable, and it's not even worth what I paid for it. I just hate commercials, so there's no point in watching television. If you're gonna watch TV, do it on the internet. I found this video at worship the glitch; it's for one of my top three favorite Faith No More songs: Last Cup Of Sorrow. The theme is a take-off on "Vertigo", which I would probably appreciate a lot more if I'd ever seen the movie. But I have no culture, and I have it gladly.
Risa is licking the carpet - again - and tomorrow she's gonna cough up a doozy of a hairball, and I'm gonna point and laugh.
Other accomplishments today: revamped resume, applied for more jobs, got car repair estimates. Tomorrow: more resumes, more phone calls. Tonight: eat, do a reading or two, go to sleep.
But there's a vaccine for cervical cancer now. I'm leery that they wanna pop it on girls as young as 12. I'm not jumping on the good-thing bandwagon without a lot more reading.
I dreamed I was in Brooklyn last night. Asked my ex-boyfriend if he thought that his aunt and uncle would let me stay the night with them; he said, Well, they're kind of evangelical, so they'd probably want you to take communion and repent before they let you in the house. ...and two nights ago I was married to a guy who looked like Denis Leary. It was about 8:30 pm, and he was about to leave the house to go camping (and bear-hunting?) with his buddies. I was a little hesitant, since hunting bears can get you killed - but I kissed him goodbye and said, I love you. He looked down at me, completely serious, and said, I love you more.
Brooklyn had to be inspired by gabbing with Kenyette yesterday about how good it will feel to leave the South. I wish I liked it here better than I do, but I don't. It's not home. So I'm thinking up ways to move to Brooklyn before my sanity runs out in April 2007. If you've got ideas, let me know. I don't know what part of my brain Denis Leary showed up from - hadn't seen or heard him recently. Maybe I need to move to New York, meet his doppelganger, and marry him. And keep an eye out for bears.
I cancelled my cable subscription. Had to go take them the stupid digital tuner, but they won't come out here to shut off the service until next week. So I have ten days of free basic cable, and it's not even worth what I paid for it. I just hate commercials, so there's no point in watching television. If you're gonna watch TV, do it on the internet. I found this video at worship the glitch; it's for one of my top three favorite Faith No More songs: Last Cup Of Sorrow. The theme is a take-off on "Vertigo", which I would probably appreciate a lot more if I'd ever seen the movie. But I have no culture, and I have it gladly.
Risa is licking the carpet - again - and tomorrow she's gonna cough up a doozy of a hairball, and I'm gonna point and laugh.
Other accomplishments today: revamped resume, applied for more jobs, got car repair estimates. Tomorrow: more resumes, more phone calls. Tonight: eat, do a reading or two, go to sleep.