I sure know how to attract men
- Me: You want to hear something interesting?
- Male co-worker: Sure.
- Me: I've been dealing with the burrito shits for the past two da-
- Male co-worker: WHOA WHOA, I DID NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT!!!!
- Me (sick, stupid, little smile on my face): Walks away.
Stomach virus 2012
Possibly gonna regret drinking the whole milk from my cereal I had this morning. I’m tired of the burrito shits.
Having a stomach virus sucks. Eat lots of veggie burgers and french fries for me until I get better, m’kay?
And what is this “sexy sex Thursday” I so often hear of?
Coming up with a clever title is hard
- I’m just waking up.
- I’m seeing American Idiot tonight!
- Last night was the last class of level 3. I start level 4 in about two weeks time.
- I care for these people so much, I love the fact that we get along and hang out with each other.
- Level 4 people, holy shit!!!
- My scalp is still sore from yesterday’s biopsy.
- I wrote a while back that I though it was time to leave Boston. I can’t see myself doing that right now.
- Magners cider is my new favorite beer!!!
- Last night I had one the best conversations I’ve had in a long while with a woman I’ve come to admire.
- Now, someone come and make me breakfast. You’d have to make something work out of bread, vegetarian sausage, and mashed potatoes.
- Any takers?
Back home. Thank you all for your well wishes today; it helped a lot! My head is still a little sore and stinging from where she placed the needle and where took a piece of my scalp but all in all I feel fine. I should have the results within a week and I get the stitches out in two.
I got this hat the other day and the jury’s still out. I also bought some new sneakers for my poor flat feet because my others have just about run its course.
Again, thanks for all the well wishes. I love you fuckers so much.
Biopsy update
Getting a needle stuck into my scalp didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Now I have to sit here for 20 minutes before she can take a piece of my scalp.
Side note: I hate writing posts on my ipod and The New Yorker has sucky cartoons.
