Today just sucked. I still smell like the morgue, a delightful melange of slowly rotting flesh and fresh shit.
And tomorrow morning first thing I get to autopsy twin fetuses. Feti? What is the plural of "fetus"? I will forever hate the hospital for offering free autopsy services. The first case today was a woman with recurrent anaplastic astrocytoma. Big, fucking, nasty, incurable brain tumor that came back after surgery x2, chemo, and radiation. This necessitates an autopsy??? A FULL one? And the twins tomorrow? Twin-twin transfusion all the way, baby. This needs to be autopsied??? Fucking Christ.
OK. Enough shop talk. I have taken to wearing red-red pinup girl lipstick lately and am finding it most addictive. The Revlon outlet is the best place to get reds, because they have a shit-ton of those long wearing formulations and they cost 99 cents. That's one for every purse. Perfect.
Oh yes, and I did win a most delightful new purse on eBay today, speaking of purses. Of course the silly bitch is having some kind of mysterious "problem" with her PayPal account and only wants to be paid with Bidpay, something I've never used. Oh, bother. If the bag wasn't way fucking cute I would tell her to forget it entirely.
I need to get laid.
OK, done.
And tomorrow morning first thing I get to autopsy twin fetuses. Feti? What is the plural of "fetus"? I will forever hate the hospital for offering free autopsy services. The first case today was a woman with recurrent anaplastic astrocytoma. Big, fucking, nasty, incurable brain tumor that came back after surgery x2, chemo, and radiation. This necessitates an autopsy??? A FULL one? And the twins tomorrow? Twin-twin transfusion all the way, baby. This needs to be autopsied??? Fucking Christ.
OK. Enough shop talk. I have taken to wearing red-red pinup girl lipstick lately and am finding it most addictive. The Revlon outlet is the best place to get reds, because they have a shit-ton of those long wearing formulations and they cost 99 cents. That's one for every purse. Perfect.
Oh yes, and I did win a most delightful new purse on eBay today, speaking of purses. Of course the silly bitch is having some kind of mysterious "problem" with her PayPal account and only wants to be paid with Bidpay, something I've never used. Oh, bother. If the bag wasn't way fucking cute I would tell her to forget it entirely.
I need to get laid.
OK, done.
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fvk:
actually i dont know what would make me feel better. fill me in.
fvk:
ive been ready for days. lets stop fucking around and make it happen.