If I Ever Didn't Thank You, You, Then Just Let Me Do It Now

Always gotta get that little dig, Tuck. Always that dig.

song: Down...311

Why do some people have to be so damn mean? Like, petty mean too. It's not like somebody provoked it by saying something along the lines of, "You suck eggs, sir. You suck eggs." It's like an enjoyable thing for some people to embarrass or cut other people down. Let me just say something right now...nah. Never mind. The minute something comes out of my mouth there's something else that comes out of somebody else's mouth to dispute whatever just came out of my mouth. If you didn't consider that verbose, your last name is probably Bulwer-Lytton.

Today I went to the doctor's office, and got some fun bloodwork and a shot. It was exactly the way I wanted to spend the day, let me tell you. Anyway, the last time I had blood drawn, it was terrible. They couldn't find the vein, so there I was, lying on the table with this idiot male needle poking dude saying, "Oh, nope, that's not it. I can't seem to find the vein." At this point I'm starting to feel sick and considering making myself vomit just so I can have an excuse to aim it at this guy. That was the last time. So this time, I wasn't even expecting anything...not the shit they stuck in my ears, not the bend-over-touch-your-toes-so-I-can-check-for-scoleosis, not anything. When I found out I had to get bloodwork, I started freaking out in my head, remembering my last experience. I've got my arm over my eyes, breathing like a madwoman, thinking I am about to feel the equivalent of plunging into the depths of HELL ITSELF, and she's like, "You good?" I'm like, "No." Little did I know the test was already done. :D

Tomorrow, by the grace of the holy JHCINTHEHIZZOUSE, I will be sitting front row for The Offspring and 311. This is gonna be good. When I just tried to type "good" my first attempt came out "goona". Please someone explain how this could ever happen to me.


peace.