I just had this really good bowl of Baked Potato Soup. It had chunks of potatoes with the skins still on, cheddar cheese, bacon, and green onions. This is seriously the highlight of my day.
Well, that's not entirely true. I went to DC to see Chuck Palahniuk read from his new book. Supposedly people have been passing out at his readings because the selections he reads are so "shocking" and "graphic." I personally think that the rumor is just a publicity stunt, because though the stories were foul and probably way more graphic than was necessary (think first person accounts of grotesque maturbation related accidents)... fainting seems like kind of a melodramatic reaction. A- said he felt kind of sick, and I saw plenty of people cringing and covering their eyes and showing signs of general disgust, but fainting?? Uh, this isn't Victorian England.
I was late to this event, though (perhaps I missed the REALLY hardcore, faint-inducing stuff) because I had a fucking doctor's appointment. I don't care how many lives it saves, whoever invented the Pap Smear should be fucking shot. Some one should really come up with a less invasive procedure. Girls: you know what I'm talking about. Guys: imagine someone taking a really long q-tip and shoving it into the hole at the end of your dick and swabbing around vigorously...
And imagine having to pay $150 for the pleasure of submitting to this procedure because you have no insurance. When your credit card's minimum payment this month is $257 because you haven't been able to pay your bill for four months because you were unemployed and your first two paychecks from your supposedly well-paying (but actually not, because they're NOT PAYING YOU OVERTIME) job have gone to sudden repairs on your car (a broken fan-belt and a smashed in window) which is STILL going to break down on the highway any day now and strand you all day because you don't have a cell-phone because that's just one more fucking bill to pay...
But really I feel all better now because I had that really good soup and A- loves me and I'm taking some ibuprofin and going to bed.
Well, that's not entirely true. I went to DC to see Chuck Palahniuk read from his new book. Supposedly people have been passing out at his readings because the selections he reads are so "shocking" and "graphic." I personally think that the rumor is just a publicity stunt, because though the stories were foul and probably way more graphic than was necessary (think first person accounts of grotesque maturbation related accidents)... fainting seems like kind of a melodramatic reaction. A- said he felt kind of sick, and I saw plenty of people cringing and covering their eyes and showing signs of general disgust, but fainting?? Uh, this isn't Victorian England.
I was late to this event, though (perhaps I missed the REALLY hardcore, faint-inducing stuff) because I had a fucking doctor's appointment. I don't care how many lives it saves, whoever invented the Pap Smear should be fucking shot. Some one should really come up with a less invasive procedure. Girls: you know what I'm talking about. Guys: imagine someone taking a really long q-tip and shoving it into the hole at the end of your dick and swabbing around vigorously...
And imagine having to pay $150 for the pleasure of submitting to this procedure because you have no insurance. When your credit card's minimum payment this month is $257 because you haven't been able to pay your bill for four months because you were unemployed and your first two paychecks from your supposedly well-paying (but actually not, because they're NOT PAYING YOU OVERTIME) job have gone to sudden repairs on your car (a broken fan-belt and a smashed in window) which is STILL going to break down on the highway any day now and strand you all day because you don't have a cell-phone because that's just one more fucking bill to pay...
But really I feel all better now because I had that really good soup and A- loves me and I'm taking some ibuprofin and going to bed.
Anyway...interesting day, interesting read. Thank you.
Kidding, but yeah, pap smears sound awful, i feel for ya. But no insurance, honey? A junker car that's about to break down god knows where? And no cell phone in case of an emergency?
Tsk tsk, do what you can to get bi, i guess.... Also, you can get cell phones that can dial 911 without paying a monthly bill, just keep them charged and handy in an emergency.
I wish you better luck