Thursday, February 10, 2005
i had a ruinous cyst on my, uhm the area where your butt cheeks meet at the bottom of your back. Don't laugh, those of you who saw it know that it was the real dea,l as far as being fucked up go. My lower back was all puffy with infection. Oh man, it hurt like a mo-fo. It was a prenoidal, i think that's how it's spelled, cyst. It's like bonechips and shit all up in your back or some shit.
Dude, the doctor had me lay all up on my stomach then he waylaid me with a scalpel. Ruinous. It hurt like the dickens, man. I was, no shit screaming in pain. Holy cripes. It was AWFUL. Then he squeezed it with his stubby little Lord Of The Ring dwarf ass fingers. He showed me no mercy. I would have so spilled the beans if this was a torture interogation, now i'm no member of the quick tap club but i was giving it up like he was Stu Hart and i was spread eagle atop the proverbial mountain.
Then i found another infection but wasn't about to go back for more of that nonsense so Maritza put in work squeezing goo out of it twice, sometimes three times a day. Finally one day, maybe, 5 days of pain and squeezing in she broke through some crud and like three or four table spoons of bloody yuck shot, in her estimation 4 inches straight up into the yonder, I screamed, so did she but for different reasons entirely.
You know though that kind of dedication shows me that she is bonafied (not that i didn't realize this before). Only an A number one wife is going to go through that hullabaloo when she'd much rather be chug a lugging vodka tonics while watching the Gillmore Girls, or whatever.
Got that out of the way. What's new with you? I don't care. I'm better now, if you were wondering. I should prolly have mentioned that already. For, you know, your sake. You can quit worrying now.
I think that i'm going to apply for this circulation desk position. It's one more hour per week and one less day. Can't beat that. Weekends, but i really don't like having them off anyway. It's like everyone else does so every place that you go is crowded. I get squirelly around crowds, that's just me.
Well, i'm hungry but now that i can sit down again expect me to get back to regular updates...
Go circ all the way. It'll be you, Eric, an' the library ladies (whoever is working there now, I don't even know). Moving up in the world. No manager crap either, right? An' Rochelle will still have your back. Your pussy-ass back.
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Dude, the doctor had me lay all up on my stomach then he waylaid me with a scalpel. Ruinous. It hurt like the dickens, man. I was, no shit screaming in pain. Holy cripes. It was AWFUL. Then he squeezed it with his stubby little Lord Of The Ring dwarf ass fingers. He showed me no mercy. I would have so spilled the beans if this was a torture interogation, now i'm no member of the quick tap club but i was giving it up like he was Stu Hart and i was spread eagle atop the proverbial mountain.
Then i found another infection but wasn't about to go back for more of that nonsense so Maritza put in work squeezing goo out of it twice, sometimes three times a day. Finally one day, maybe, 5 days of pain and squeezing in she broke through some crud and like three or four table spoons of bloody yuck shot, in her estimation 4 inches straight up into the yonder, I screamed, so did she but for different reasons entirely.
You know though that kind of dedication shows me that she is bonafied (not that i didn't realize this before). Only an A number one wife is going to go through that hullabaloo when she'd much rather be chug a lugging vodka tonics while watching the Gillmore Girls, or whatever.
Got that out of the way. What's new with you? I don't care. I'm better now, if you were wondering. I should prolly have mentioned that already. For, you know, your sake. You can quit worrying now.
I think that i'm going to apply for this circulation desk position. It's one more hour per week and one less day. Can't beat that. Weekends, but i really don't like having them off anyway. It's like everyone else does so every place that you go is crowded. I get squirelly around crowds, that's just me.
Well, i'm hungry but now that i can sit down again expect me to get back to regular updates...
Go circ all the way. It'll be you, Eric, an' the library ladies (whoever is working there now, I don't even know). Moving up in the world. No manager crap either, right? An' Rochelle will still have your back. Your pussy-ass back.
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