Today I'm expecting a "Hiya sorry I was such a crap parent" packet from my mum. She's really stellar when she wants to be, she's sent me a black velvety.gothy/lacy/movie startlet headscarfy to wear wrapped about my, yeah you guessed it, my heed and neck with dark glasses to give off a "I'm a glammy Arab's wife who goes on shopping sprees in Dubai Fuck ya'll mothafukas" garment, to pair up with sunglasses when I'm in the desert sun. I can't wait to see it, I also can't wait to see myself walk flawlessly up and down the stairs to retreive it in these boots. They really are quite comfy as a matter of fact, can't wait to order the white ones, oh the '60's/go-go glamster possibilties..
Unlike this weekend, next weekend, I won't accidentally take two beta blockers in less than a 24 hour period of time.. Double oops! I suppose I must have been fun to watch I guess. My doctor says I'll be just fine though. And I found my daily pill-box, which will actually hold beta blockers and other daily meds rather than earrings and those tiny plastic green aliens I used to collect out of gumball machines. Looking back now I see that as far a faux-pas go. I've witnessed far worse, most of which involved public transport. The foul she-best of hell who ATE a piece o' stinky cold fried chicken and then left the BONE on the SEAT comes to mind. That was positively feral. Just as bad as the HIPPY who scratched his Homespun Fresh of the Dead Tour Dredded SCALP with a FORK at Mama's Mexican Kitchen! And people wonder why I'm in therapy... Geesh!
Speaking of which, Daymn! There was a weirdo extraodinarie on the bus home this morning. There was at first much weeping and gnashing of teeth concerning a missing bus pass, so being the kind idiot I am I offered the lunatic my transfer or even to pay for her ride. Which was met with the miraculous finding of the aforementioned bus pass.
Anyway Time for the Tale of Hysterical Bus Pass "Lady".
Basically she wanted an excuse for me to move so she could LIE DOWN all the way the along handicapped seats and continue weeping. Fook'in hell. So after I move to the back of the bus, she keeps carrying on... Hysterical. Oh woe is fookin' her. So then she starts whinging about her knee and I'm thinking it's Monday morning I'm suffering my little death, kindof a mini greif. We're all achy and cranky. None of us want to be on this fucking bus but do we need to take up a whole handicapped bench like it's a Harbourview bed? NO! We just know better, some of us weren't dropped on our heads as children!
This is why I'm for a stupidity tax. I mean Trent Fookin' Reznor on a popsicle stick! There plain as day, hanging not three feet above her is a code of conduct that clearly states: NO LYING DOWN. So as she's practically sobbing about her gammy leg, a kind soul (idiot me) offers her some Tylenol (I wasn't even about to offer up one of my precious vicodin, not only is that a federal offense, those little fuckers are mine! As Naz Nomad would say "Nobody but ME! Baby!" so in reply to the kind soul (that would be me) offers up the paracetamol (tylenol) without missing a beat the fucked up bitch slaps slaps the inside of her arm and says: "Oh I just took something way stronger than that" so it all falls into place, apparently somebody likes the smell burnt spoons in the morning and crappy ass cooking black tar heroin, fucking junkie. And how was your morning?
The black silk head cover to keep the sun off me just arrived and it is beautiful indeed, and yeah it does indeed remind of a something a lovely lady on a shopping spree in one of my favourite mondern cities ever, Dubai, would wear, it looks smashing with shades.
Top Ten Things to get done thing week:
1. roots (tomorrow dammit!)
2. bank to make deposit (another gift from mum, thanks mum! Stop at Goodwill on way back (to check out fabric)
3. keep a better eye on meds (done, accidentally doubleling up on beta blockers turns an otherwise intelligent woman into a zombie)
4. check with Dr about possible allergy to pup.
5. try not to hide or scream every time my mum mentions that brokeback mountain film (Jeezy-Creezy Okay I get it! Gay Cowboys! The Village People had one! Big Deal!)
Unlike this weekend, next weekend, I won't accidentally take two beta blockers in less than a 24 hour period of time.. Double oops! I suppose I must have been fun to watch I guess. My doctor says I'll be just fine though. And I found my daily pill-box, which will actually hold beta blockers and other daily meds rather than earrings and those tiny plastic green aliens I used to collect out of gumball machines. Looking back now I see that as far a faux-pas go. I've witnessed far worse, most of which involved public transport. The foul she-best of hell who ATE a piece o' stinky cold fried chicken and then left the BONE on the SEAT comes to mind. That was positively feral. Just as bad as the HIPPY who scratched his Homespun Fresh of the Dead Tour Dredded SCALP with a FORK at Mama's Mexican Kitchen! And people wonder why I'm in therapy... Geesh!
Speaking of which, Daymn! There was a weirdo extraodinarie on the bus home this morning. There was at first much weeping and gnashing of teeth concerning a missing bus pass, so being the kind idiot I am I offered the lunatic my transfer or even to pay for her ride. Which was met with the miraculous finding of the aforementioned bus pass.
Anyway Time for the Tale of Hysterical Bus Pass "Lady".
Basically she wanted an excuse for me to move so she could LIE DOWN all the way the along handicapped seats and continue weeping. Fook'in hell. So after I move to the back of the bus, she keeps carrying on... Hysterical. Oh woe is fookin' her. So then she starts whinging about her knee and I'm thinking it's Monday morning I'm suffering my little death, kindof a mini greif. We're all achy and cranky. None of us want to be on this fucking bus but do we need to take up a whole handicapped bench like it's a Harbourview bed? NO! We just know better, some of us weren't dropped on our heads as children!
This is why I'm for a stupidity tax. I mean Trent Fookin' Reznor on a popsicle stick! There plain as day, hanging not three feet above her is a code of conduct that clearly states: NO LYING DOWN. So as she's practically sobbing about her gammy leg, a kind soul (idiot me) offers her some Tylenol (I wasn't even about to offer up one of my precious vicodin, not only is that a federal offense, those little fuckers are mine! As Naz Nomad would say "Nobody but ME! Baby!" so in reply to the kind soul (that would be me) offers up the paracetamol (tylenol) without missing a beat the fucked up bitch slaps slaps the inside of her arm and says: "Oh I just took something way stronger than that" so it all falls into place, apparently somebody likes the smell burnt spoons in the morning and crappy ass cooking black tar heroin, fucking junkie. And how was your morning?
The black silk head cover to keep the sun off me just arrived and it is beautiful indeed, and yeah it does indeed remind of a something a lovely lady on a shopping spree in one of my favourite mondern cities ever, Dubai, would wear, it looks smashing with shades.
Top Ten Things to get done thing week:
1. roots (tomorrow dammit!)
2. bank to make deposit (another gift from mum, thanks mum! Stop at Goodwill on way back (to check out fabric)
3. keep a better eye on meds (done, accidentally doubleling up on beta blockers turns an otherwise intelligent woman into a zombie)
4. check with Dr about possible allergy to pup.
5. try not to hide or scream every time my mum mentions that brokeback mountain film (Jeezy-Creezy Okay I get it! Gay Cowboys! The Village People had one! Big Deal!)
jah:
nice to see you back here 
ms_anne_thropik:
Thanks! It's nice to see you too!