acyclovir is my bitch
My mobile phone's predictive text keeps refusing to spell fuck. (Also Waterford, but that's not such a tragedy). Motorola, I need this word in my life, okay.
I really want to go to the Honda Civic tour - although, that is the lamest name for a tour ever; Honda; you might as well call it the Fiat Punto tour - but apparently Honda have never heard of Europe. Also, My Chem are doing a concert on my birthday, but in Denver. I don't even know what that is. I would probably not be able to drive there, I imagine.
There's a point to be made here about how market forces shape your tastes and influences, but I'm just going to say that I'm amazed so many Irish kids go to America every summer and load up on Abercrombie and Fitch. Why would you do that when you could go to Hot Topic instead?
Must needs include some classic quotes from my last hospital rotation of the term. (My white coat has been retired for the summer. Can you spell Y-A-Y?)
My awesome friend: So, to avoid developing urinary tract infections, post-coital voiding is advised.
T-man, who's been going out with his girlfriend for three years: What's post-coital mean?
My other awesome friend: The prostate is basically the female clitoris.
Chew (really his name): I thought the prostate was the male equivalent of the uterus.
My other awesome friend: Only no. Because when you're pregnant you don't go around saying: ooh, kick me harder.
(My other awesome friend went to a quiz night in a gay bar and was introduced as 'the girl who likes a bit of fisting'. My respect for her just went nova.)
In case you're wondering: yes. All my conversations with medheads revolve around sex or, failing that, porn.
Someone please prod me to finish my Big Bang fic. I have a thousand words to go and my head is writing Ryan/Brendon AUs instead. NOT HELPING, BRAIN.
I really want to go to the Honda Civic tour - although, that is the lamest name for a tour ever; Honda; you might as well call it the Fiat Punto tour - but apparently Honda have never heard of Europe. Also, My Chem are doing a concert on my birthday, but in Denver. I don't even know what that is. I would probably not be able to drive there, I imagine.
There's a point to be made here about how market forces shape your tastes and influences, but I'm just going to say that I'm amazed so many Irish kids go to America every summer and load up on Abercrombie and Fitch. Why would you do that when you could go to Hot Topic instead?
Must needs include some classic quotes from my last hospital rotation of the term. (My white coat has been retired for the summer. Can you spell Y-A-Y?)
My awesome friend: So, to avoid developing urinary tract infections, post-coital voiding is advised.
T-man, who's been going out with his girlfriend for three years: What's post-coital mean?
My other awesome friend: The prostate is basically the female clitoris.
Chew (really his name): I thought the prostate was the male equivalent of the uterus.
My other awesome friend: Only no. Because when you're pregnant you don't go around saying: ooh, kick me harder.
(My other awesome friend went to a quiz night in a gay bar and was introduced as 'the girl who likes a bit of fisting'. My respect for her just went nova.)
In case you're wondering: yes. All my conversations with medheads revolve around sex or, failing that, porn.
Someone please prod me to finish my Big Bang fic. I have a thousand words to go and my head is writing Ryan/Brendon AUs instead. NOT HELPING, BRAIN.