Last night, lot's of gin. I ran around all night asking "good" christian women if they'd do anal with me if we dated for a couple months (they were kind of turned off by this, surprise). Then the rest of the uptight poplulation received me quoting lines from Diego, from the movie Blow. George...
Went to the Wolvies game tonight, and it was crazy! Nudie Phil and I headed to Schuller's afterward, but there were three cop cars outside, doors locked, and so we had to head elsewhere. My other roomie was busy calling the police beforehand trying to track down his pshycotic gf. It's good to be single...
Tomorrow morning my mother goes into surgery to have her tumor and thyroid removed. Hopefully nothing else is spreading around there... but I'm extremely optimistic.
peace and chicken grease...
UPDATE: I can't believe this, the hospital mucked up my mother's appointment! Her surgery was suppossed to get under way before ten this morning, but the surgeon isn't going to be in until noon!?! WTF, so now they're trying to figure out if they can even reschedule for today, or if it'll have to be another day. MORONS!!!
RANT (keep hands and small children away): What the fuck gets into some people? I'm kind of sick today dealing with these alergies so life isn't pretty. Anyway, I don't want to gamble, so I decide to head for the office bathroom. Now there are two stalls for the men on our floor, which usually is of no problem. So I go into stall one, and there's shit on the back of the seat! It looks like someone set off a liquid poo bomb on the back of the seat, and I'm not even going to attempt any cleaning since there's another stall. So now I'm going next door to see the situation. Almost as gross, but none the less enough to cease any ideas of adorning either throne. This second seat has a bunch of short curly's from someone's under carriage, and I don't mean one or two... I mean like a fucking dozen and change! Long story short... I ran down seven flights to sit and safely make some silly noises.
Went to the Wolvies game tonight, and it was crazy! Nudie Phil and I headed to Schuller's afterward, but there were three cop cars outside, doors locked, and so we had to head elsewhere. My other roomie was busy calling the police beforehand trying to track down his pshycotic gf. It's good to be single...
Tomorrow morning my mother goes into surgery to have her tumor and thyroid removed. Hopefully nothing else is spreading around there... but I'm extremely optimistic.
peace and chicken grease...
UPDATE: I can't believe this, the hospital mucked up my mother's appointment! Her surgery was suppossed to get under way before ten this morning, but the surgeon isn't going to be in until noon!?! WTF, so now they're trying to figure out if they can even reschedule for today, or if it'll have to be another day. MORONS!!!
RANT (keep hands and small children away): What the fuck gets into some people? I'm kind of sick today dealing with these alergies so life isn't pretty. Anyway, I don't want to gamble, so I decide to head for the office bathroom. Now there are two stalls for the men on our floor, which usually is of no problem. So I go into stall one, and there's shit on the back of the seat! It looks like someone set off a liquid poo bomb on the back of the seat, and I'm not even going to attempt any cleaning since there's another stall. So now I'm going next door to see the situation. Almost as gross, but none the less enough to cease any ideas of adorning either throne. This second seat has a bunch of short curly's from someone's under carriage, and I don't mean one or two... I mean like a fucking dozen and change! Long story short... I ran down seven flights to sit and safely make some silly noises.
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one of my ex boyfriends would go into a stall and spend half an hour cleaning the toilet before he would even sit down. this was a toilet seat that was for all practical purposes, clean already. then after he poo'd, he'd flush. then he'd use wet paper towels to wipe himself. then he'd flush again. then he'd use toilet paper to dab at his wet booty and flush again. that's a whole new plane of anal retentiveness.
did you know that poop is my favourite subject?
"pissing out my ass"
"peeooping"
"ribbon poo"
&
"jesus"