I'm alive

Just been a pissy piss pisser for the last few weeks.

Updates and RANTS coming soon!

Sickie

I've been really busy this week so far with the feeling like shit and the trying not to barf on my yoga pants and all. Oh, and attempting to keep my head from bursting into a 4th of July firework of brains on my new white duvet cover. That would be a bitch to get out.

I've gotten through the 2 zombie-inducing injections and I swallowed the radioactive pill today. No sniffing of babies, cuddling of kitties or bumping uglies for a few days since I'm a wee bit toxically inclined. And that's just as well because I'm so cranky right now I'd not only get trace radiation on you but a very fucking bad mood too. The stink of me would last for a good few days.

Being pumped full of a nasty drug is challenge enough, but I'm also having to deal with asshole techs, cuntbag medical assistance's, retarded office managers, and fucker fucking fuck stupid doctors. Like this shit isn't hard enough I have to slap my way through a horde of tards to get anything done the right way or to straighten already fucked to hell shit out. It's unbelievable. I'd write a real rant but I'm too woozy.

But I do have this most excellent thing to carry around with me for the next couple of weeks. I'm going to try and walk right next to a cop car to see if I set any radiation detectors off. Could be the highlight of this stupid damn week.