battlin_albright

So last night I backed my car into a concrete lamp post at work. To say my bumper is fucked up would be putting it lightly. Alas, this is my life.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor. A month ago I found a lump on my breast, and I seem to find my sides continuously sore/swollen-feeling. So in the spirit of not being a pussy, I'm going to the doctor finally. One hopes nothing is wrong at my age, but G-d only knows as of late.


I leave you with this, as it has made me giggle profusely for the last several days and it has that "take what you're handed and love it" feel to it:

A new flood is predicted and nothing can prevent it. In three days, the waters will wipe out the world.

The Dalai Lama appears on worldwide media and pleads with humanity to follow Buddhist teachings in order to find nirvana in the wake of the disaster.

The pope issues a similar message, saying "It is still not too late to accept Jesus as your Saviour."

The chief rabbi of Jerusalem takes a slightly different approach. "My People," he says, "we have three days to learn how to live underwater."