A Yearly Bonus of no STDs
I have some pretty big shit going on right now. Well, not really RIGHT now, but within the next few days. I need to decide if I am going to do camp, go to the gyno, and pretty much dictate not only the next seven weeks of my life, but also Joe and I's relationship...
Are we ready for this? I mean, I know he's working a lot, or at least he is supposed to, but I will be working A TON. And not really making a whole lot of money, but hopefully doing something that I could really enjoy. I just don't know what effect the distance is going to have on us...
As for the gyno, I A: no longer have insurance, so it is going to cost a fortune, and B: have to add not one, but TWO sexual partners to my list since last year...that might not seem like a big deal, but when you've only slept with three people, two is the majority. I hope she doesn't ask, but I know she will. I just really want everything to pan out alright. I want camp to be a total blast and Joe and I to be fine, but a bonus would be getting a clean pap and having zero STDs.
Come to think of it, I don't think that my yearly examination really checks for STDs. I know that HPV gets checked and I imagine that if I have Herpes, or Warts, or something terrible that they would be able to tell.
My thoughts on this one are pretty much as follows:
If both Stacey and Samantha from Sex and the City remain STD free, it would be a total travesty for me to end up with one.
Enough of this jargin, Britt graduated today. Joe and I went with all of the rednecks to her ceremony and then ate at Pete's Garage. I always feel so frickikn uncomfortable bringing him around my mutant family. I feel like the entire time he is with them he is trying to figure out a way to escape. I don't blame him, but nothing has come to me in the past 23 years that has been successful, so I don't forsee him having any real luck.
23. Wow. Weird that I went to type not 22, but 21 when previously mentioning my age. Talk about living in the past. I really need to figure out what the hell I am going to do with my life. As happy as I am with Joe, I can't really seem him staying with me forever, so it seems irresponsible to base any long-term plans on him and I being together. At the same time, however, he remains the one thing that keeps me happy and I feel as though a significant amount of stock should be put in that.
We've had our ups and downs, but I think that things will end up at the very worst...with us eating at Applebees again...
Are we ready for this? I mean, I know he's working a lot, or at least he is supposed to, but I will be working A TON. And not really making a whole lot of money, but hopefully doing something that I could really enjoy. I just don't know what effect the distance is going to have on us...
As for the gyno, I A: no longer have insurance, so it is going to cost a fortune, and B: have to add not one, but TWO sexual partners to my list since last year...that might not seem like a big deal, but when you've only slept with three people, two is the majority. I hope she doesn't ask, but I know she will. I just really want everything to pan out alright. I want camp to be a total blast and Joe and I to be fine, but a bonus would be getting a clean pap and having zero STDs.
Come to think of it, I don't think that my yearly examination really checks for STDs. I know that HPV gets checked and I imagine that if I have Herpes, or Warts, or something terrible that they would be able to tell.
My thoughts on this one are pretty much as follows:
If both Stacey and Samantha from Sex and the City remain STD free, it would be a total travesty for me to end up with one.
Enough of this jargin, Britt graduated today. Joe and I went with all of the rednecks to her ceremony and then ate at Pete's Garage. I always feel so frickikn uncomfortable bringing him around my mutant family. I feel like the entire time he is with them he is trying to figure out a way to escape. I don't blame him, but nothing has come to me in the past 23 years that has been successful, so I don't forsee him having any real luck.
23. Wow. Weird that I went to type not 22, but 21 when previously mentioning my age. Talk about living in the past. I really need to figure out what the hell I am going to do with my life. As happy as I am with Joe, I can't really seem him staying with me forever, so it seems irresponsible to base any long-term plans on him and I being together. At the same time, however, he remains the one thing that keeps me happy and I feel as though a significant amount of stock should be put in that.
We've had our ups and downs, but I think that things will end up at the very worst...with us eating at Applebees again...