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So.
Hows everyone doing? Hope you weren't too worried about me.
So I got a haircut, shaved, and according to a friend, I look "100% boneable."
However, mass sex appeal can get you into trouble, as I found out the second day after my haircut. You can just guess on the details, just let me remind you, "it wasn't my fault. At least not directly."
In other news, I got the bill in the mail today from my emergency room visit a few weeks back... they want about $2k from me. I don't have anywhere near that amount, and will be hard pressed to get it in any reasonable time frame. And whats better? Apparently the ambulance ride is going to be a separate bill.
Oh right... most if not all of you don't know anything about an e.r. visit. Well, thats yet another story I don't really want to get into.
Lets see... what else can I complain about... oh, right. So I missed work yesterday. I had to walk about 8, 9 hours or so to get back to my car the night before. I was abandoned out in the middle of nowhere... Why didn't I just call someone you might ask? Well, I did, and while on the phone, ended up falling into a ditch I tried to jump across. So here I am, stranded, soaked, extremely low on cash, with a dead phone, and no idea who to call if I phone a payphone cause I don't have any numbers memorized anymore. (I swear, cell phones make you lazy in that regard) I get home exhausted, my legs killing me. I got my phone dried out that evening, got it working, and had 15 messages on my phone. Several from who I was on the phone with when it got ditched and cut out, several from my boss (I hope I still have a job,) and several from my parents telling me they really need to get ahold of me.
Oh, right. That. So my parents needed to get ahold of me. My grandmother is in the Hospital. Yeah, its looking bleak. How bleak? Well, my mother is saying we should be happy she's been with us this long as the surgery she had six years ago was only expected to give her two more years to live. I really don't want to talk about this either.
I still have more shit to complain about but I should have done that before I mentioned the grandmother thing. oh well, that'll be next time if shit isn't hunky dory the next time I'm on here long enough to say something.
Hows everyone doing? Hope you weren't too worried about me.
So I got a haircut, shaved, and according to a friend, I look "100% boneable."
However, mass sex appeal can get you into trouble, as I found out the second day after my haircut. You can just guess on the details, just let me remind you, "it wasn't my fault. At least not directly."
In other news, I got the bill in the mail today from my emergency room visit a few weeks back... they want about $2k from me. I don't have anywhere near that amount, and will be hard pressed to get it in any reasonable time frame. And whats better? Apparently the ambulance ride is going to be a separate bill.
Oh right... most if not all of you don't know anything about an e.r. visit. Well, thats yet another story I don't really want to get into.
Lets see... what else can I complain about... oh, right. So I missed work yesterday. I had to walk about 8, 9 hours or so to get back to my car the night before. I was abandoned out in the middle of nowhere... Why didn't I just call someone you might ask? Well, I did, and while on the phone, ended up falling into a ditch I tried to jump across. So here I am, stranded, soaked, extremely low on cash, with a dead phone, and no idea who to call if I phone a payphone cause I don't have any numbers memorized anymore. (I swear, cell phones make you lazy in that regard) I get home exhausted, my legs killing me. I got my phone dried out that evening, got it working, and had 15 messages on my phone. Several from who I was on the phone with when it got ditched and cut out, several from my boss (I hope I still have a job,) and several from my parents telling me they really need to get ahold of me.
Oh, right. That. So my parents needed to get ahold of me. My grandmother is in the Hospital. Yeah, its looking bleak. How bleak? Well, my mother is saying we should be happy she's been with us this long as the surgery she had six years ago was only expected to give her two more years to live. I really don't want to talk about this either.
I still have more shit to complain about but I should have done that before I mentioned the grandmother thing. oh well, that'll be next time if shit isn't hunky dory the next time I'm on here long enough to say something.