moya

I just went through all the pictures I have on the digital camera. I should do something about that, such as upload them. Or delete them. Either way, I have 2 of me on the first morning my hair was green, and about 20 of the snow on saturday. Why? Because those snowflakes were about as big as my fist. True, I'm a small lady, but come on. Those things were gi-normous. And I also took pictures of my car this morning, because it was all frosted and sparkly and I like looking at shiny and sparkly things.. So I can look at it all the time...

My crotch is finally not on fire anymore. For once, nothing too embarressing happened today at the appointment. There was a new lady, yet again! That's the fourth one! And for easier..um..'access', we had me in a new position. I was waiting for the alien probe to just sneak up behind me and go right up my ass. Needless to say, I couldn't stop giggling. Except for the yelping. The asscrack is a very sensitive spot, did you know? Yea, I'm not sure why I know that either. Actually, I do.

I'm not sure how this thought makes me feel. Though I smile warmly about it. The thought is: I always used to think the only people who'd ever see the places where the sun rarely shines was my doctor and my boyfriends. Oddly enough, more woman (excluding my doctor) have seen it. All in their 20's, and maybe early 30's. *sigh* What the hell am I doing wrong, here? And, it's like we're all just sitting around, drinking tea, except I'm missing my pants, but no one seems to care, and every few seconds there's a flash and a yelp from my direction..

I took a nap around 3:30 earlier, and was having a great, wierd dream..and woke myself up at 5:59. I must stop doing that. It's like I set the alarm clock in my head, and this afternoon, I must have thought it was morning instead of evening. I went back after eating to try and get that dream back, to no avail..

I got a chunk of bad news this evening that had me crying for a bit. I had knee surgery a year and a half ago because it's fucked up and the knee cap dislocated all the time (well, both knees, they only did one). Apparently, after the surgery in the hospital room, as I was in my delusional state going in and out of sleep, the doctor was talking to my parents. Fucking apparently they thought I had been listening, fully alert. Fucking dumb asses. Anyway, I learned that they were told the surgery was just a 'tune-up' and someday, the problems would arise again, and I'd eventually have to get my knee replaced. No one told me until tonight. So I cried, and everyone else laughed and yay, I'll be in leg braces by the time I'm 30. Bastards. I have too many surgeries coming up. And knee ones are the worst. Until the next one for my feet comes along this summer or next.

Sometimes I hate people. I think I should be turned into a robot. I hate it when they don't bother to tell me things, including those that pertain to me, especially my health. Perhaps I should dislocate a few knee caps so someone else could know the fucking pain of it. Then I'm sure they'd like to know that it was going to happen again no doubt, even after a surgery. Funny thing is, lately my bad leg has been having pains run through it. Wow, I might finally know why.

Yay for being a complete skeletol deformity. No wonder no one likes me.

Jay Lenos headlines sucked tonight. I forgive him. In four years, the Tonight Show will lose a viewer, me, when they let Conan O'Brien step in. I have no idea why people think he's so funny. But he'll for sure be the ruin of the Tonight Show. And it seems the underpants gnomes have been visiting for the past few nights. Bastards.

I think I'm done. You may go on your merry way.