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Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Happy Birthday To Youuu...
Written 12:26am Saturday Night (yes, I’m home alone and it sucks donkey balls)
I was just watching Dazed and Confused and had not seen it in sooo long that I forgot that one of my all time favorite actresses was in it. Parker Posey, who else? She said the funniest thing and I just have to put it on here. Miss Posey, “Wipe that face off of your head, Bitch!” I’m going to start saying that one to everyone that gives me an eat shit look, a WTF? look, an I wanna get in your pants look, a smile or something that looks like one. I guess that I’m just going to say it to anyone that looks at me. Ok. Enough of that!
It is officially PS’s birthday. He’s now the big 23. He makes me feel so old. He was going out to hit the gay bar and I sooo wanted to go, but I’m still hurting from my fall at work yesterday. I don’t know if I told you about it or not, but I basically fell feet first onto my left side. I have a bruise on my hip bone that is as big as a grapefruit or maybe a large orange. My legs are just black, blue, and green with bruises all over them. The shittiest is that I think that I may have a few bruised ribs also. Everyone keeps telling me to go to the doctor. Umm, yeah, go to the doctor, wait for hours, see doc. for all of 5 minutes, and let him tell me that I’m bruised! (NO SHIT!) Then he’ll probably give me some kind of prescription for some pain medicine that will take the pain away, but in return, it’ll make me vomit. No thank you! I think that I’d rather sit here in our home, play with Precious, take some Ibuprofen, and get an ice pack for the ribs. Now, that sounds a hell of a lot better than sitting in a waiting room doesn’t it?
I hope that my baby has a fab-u-lous birthday. He deserves it. After everything that he’s done this week, he needs a good fun night out. I mean, he’s gotten his room completely set up, the living room, bathroom (kinda), and now he just needs to get his cute little ass in there and make our kitchen purdy. I think that will be my birthday present to him; he can work on the kitchen ALL day!!!
Scoop the poop, but not on your birthday!!!
Written 12:26am Saturday Night (yes, I’m home alone and it sucks donkey balls)
I was just watching Dazed and Confused and had not seen it in sooo long that I forgot that one of my all time favorite actresses was in it. Parker Posey, who else? She said the funniest thing and I just have to put it on here. Miss Posey, “Wipe that face off of your head, Bitch!” I’m going to start saying that one to everyone that gives me an eat shit look, a WTF? look, an I wanna get in your pants look, a smile or something that looks like one. I guess that I’m just going to say it to anyone that looks at me. Ok. Enough of that!
It is officially PS’s birthday. He’s now the big 23. He makes me feel so old. He was going out to hit the gay bar and I sooo wanted to go, but I’m still hurting from my fall at work yesterday. I don’t know if I told you about it or not, but I basically fell feet first onto my left side. I have a bruise on my hip bone that is as big as a grapefruit or maybe a large orange. My legs are just black, blue, and green with bruises all over them. The shittiest is that I think that I may have a few bruised ribs also. Everyone keeps telling me to go to the doctor. Umm, yeah, go to the doctor, wait for hours, see doc. for all of 5 minutes, and let him tell me that I’m bruised! (NO SHIT!) Then he’ll probably give me some kind of prescription for some pain medicine that will take the pain away, but in return, it’ll make me vomit. No thank you! I think that I’d rather sit here in our home, play with Precious, take some Ibuprofen, and get an ice pack for the ribs. Now, that sounds a hell of a lot better than sitting in a waiting room doesn’t it?
I hope that my baby has a fab-u-lous birthday. He deserves it. After everything that he’s done this week, he needs a good fun night out. I mean, he’s gotten his room completely set up, the living room, bathroom (kinda), and now he just needs to get his cute little ass in there and make our kitchen purdy. I think that will be my birthday present to him; he can work on the kitchen ALL day!!!
Scoop the poop, but not on your birthday!!!
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