I CAN'T EVEN
I just got back from my doctor's appointment and I'm gonna rage like a fucking psycho under this damn cut.
MO-THER-FUCKER. I HAVE TO QUIT SMOKING OR ELSE. I AM IN A FIT OF HYSTERIA.
Ok, I knew that smoking and the fucking Raynaud's were not good, but hearing that your goddamn fingers could potentially have to be fucking amputated really drives that point home.
I LIKE SMOKING. NO APOLOGIES LIKE THAT SHIT. SON OF A BITCH.
Well, let's see all the things I can't do. No drinking. Most food makes me sick and I'm allergic to damn near everything and I add shit to that list constantly. I'm supposed to avoid caffine. I'm my psycho meds BITCH. Now no smoking.
WHY DON'T I JUST GO ON AND BECOME AN ANNOYING AS FUCK VEGAN SO I CAN CHASTISE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME. IF I HAVE TO BE MISERABLE THEN EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO.
I am FULL AWARE that this is the poutiest fucking rant in the history of rants, but COME THE FUCK ON. JUST HOW MUCH MORE BAD NEWS...DO NOT ANSWER THAT. DO NOT. FORGET I ASKED.
My doc actually said I had just about the worst luck in the world. He would know since I've been seeing him since I was a teen. He's advised me to quit smoking before, but he got all serious about it this time and just fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
I swear I'm a mutant from outer-fucking-SPACE and was not meant for Earth's environment. I'M A PAMPERD SHOW DOG FROM OUTER SPACE. TRUFAX.
Ehhhhhh. He drew enough blood to transfuse a small pony, so let's see what OTHER GOOD FUCKING NEWS is coming at me in the near future.
I'm supposed to be going in to work, but I think I'm just gonna say FUCK THIS DAY. I need the money, but FUCK.THIS.DAY.
POOOOUUUUUUTTTT.
Humph. One funny thing about Raynaud's? It could be a secondary symptom of LUPUS. IT'S NOT LUPUS EXCEPT MAYBE WHEN IT IS ME. HEAD-FUCKING-DESK I WOULDN'T BE SUPRISED.
MO-THER-FUCKER. I HAVE TO QUIT SMOKING OR ELSE. I AM IN A FIT OF HYSTERIA.
Ok, I knew that smoking and the fucking Raynaud's were not good, but hearing that your goddamn fingers could potentially have to be fucking amputated really drives that point home.
I LIKE SMOKING. NO APOLOGIES LIKE THAT SHIT. SON OF A BITCH.
Well, let's see all the things I can't do. No drinking. Most food makes me sick and I'm allergic to damn near everything and I add shit to that list constantly. I'm supposed to avoid caffine. I'm my psycho meds BITCH. Now no smoking.
WHY DON'T I JUST GO ON AND BECOME AN ANNOYING AS FUCK VEGAN SO I CAN CHASTISE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME. IF I HAVE TO BE MISERABLE THEN EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO.
I am FULL AWARE that this is the poutiest fucking rant in the history of rants, but COME THE FUCK ON. JUST HOW MUCH MORE BAD NEWS...DO NOT ANSWER THAT. DO NOT. FORGET I ASKED.
My doc actually said I had just about the worst luck in the world. He would know since I've been seeing him since I was a teen. He's advised me to quit smoking before, but he got all serious about it this time and just fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
I swear I'm a mutant from outer-fucking-SPACE and was not meant for Earth's environment. I'M A PAMPERD SHOW DOG FROM OUTER SPACE. TRUFAX.
Ehhhhhh. He drew enough blood to transfuse a small pony, so let's see what OTHER GOOD FUCKING NEWS is coming at me in the near future.
I'm supposed to be going in to work, but I think I'm just gonna say FUCK THIS DAY. I need the money, but FUCK.THIS.DAY.
POOOOUUUUUUTTTT.
Humph. One funny thing about Raynaud's? It could be a secondary symptom of LUPUS. IT'S NOT LUPUS EXCEPT MAYBE WHEN IT IS ME. HEAD-FUCKING-DESK I WOULDN'T BE SUPRISED.