Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I was housesitting for my parents as they went to North Carolina for the week. This included watch the five hounds of Hell. I never got a good night sleep over at that place, but at least I got a few free meals out of it.
Well, I had kidney/ureter surgery on June 6th. YAY! I tell you there's nothing like putting a stent in you to start off the day. You know, it's bad enough I inherited this problem (If it were just a stone, I'd have my own damn self to blame), but the fact that my parents don't tell me one goddamn thing about the diseases that run in the family just piss me off.
It's Sunday. The beginning of the new week. Tell me what fun and exciting things you have planned.
Well, I had kidney/ureter surgery on June 6th. YAY! I tell you there's nothing like putting a stent in you to start off the day. You know, it's bad enough I inherited this problem (If it were just a stone, I'd have my own damn self to blame), but the fact that my parents don't tell me one goddamn thing about the diseases that run in the family just piss me off.
It's Sunday. The beginning of the new week. Tell me what fun and exciting things you have planned.
A: Stampede the women
and
B: Rape the cattle
Perhaps not in that order.
I think I may also end the life of a french chef. I do not care which one. There are many, and I am not picky.