Iamstinkeye’s Weblog
Just another WordPress.com weblogLife in the slow lane…
As it goes the end of the year rolls round and this yearly torture-fest called Christmas is encroching upon us. I have made it through another year and no surprises health wise yet. Last years stroke still lingers in the back of my skull, stealing my memories. It’s a bit embarrassing to do something one should only do say once a day and to do it again a second or third time due to the fact that you forget things you did 10 minutes ago. As I told my husband today I have made myself a promise to not dwell sadly upon the fact of my untimely demise which surely hangs about somewhere, but to live every day to the best of my ability. Sounds mundane and trite and cliched but in order to keep happiness knocking on my door I need some good old fashioned “hang in there” poster logic. It’s snowing here in seattle and it looks, for once, completly clean.
The new Old son…
So my son I was forced to give up for adoption is back in the roost. No one back home would or could (supposedly) take him, but could afford a next day ticket from texas to washington state. I’m not complaining I love him and gladly let him in my home. What is the message that he is getting from his “adopted” family and my mother (I am also adopted). Children are passed around like chattle and it pisses me off. Being the member of the family no one ever really got I understand and know that it sucks to feel like no one wants or needs you. Someday I plan to adopt a foster child so that I can show at least one child on this planet what it is like to be loved. I am showing my son but there is a lot of damage there, I know I have the same damage. I wish for one day that people could all just act like humans and not the assholes we all know we are.
never ending bathroom
What exactly does that mean, I have been in the bathroom all day. I won’t tell you why I’ll let you guess. It’s more fun that way. I am on more medication than most peoples grandma’s I have a sneaking suspicion that has something to do with it. So it’s like the “Neverending Story” but with a toilet and without all that flying dog dragon stuff. I’m tired and my bottom, well it hurts. So this is my bitch of the day. I hope no one else is having a never ending toilet but come on, who would I be kidding.
love and charmin.
damn it’s late
it’s late I’m hungry but should not eat so i’m going to drink instead. Perfect plan right? My old drinking grounds just re-opened, I got free drinks. I love free drinks. We’ll see how long this post last’s it’s all happy and shit.
j
The World and it’s many faults.
The first of which it costs a lot of money to live. I know that everyone knows that but just think if you saved all the money you have spent on toilet paper in your lifetime, most people would have a small fortune. Save for those who steal the t.p. from work. I don’t know, I take more medication than my mother, who for the curious is one really old bag. Even with Insurance I spend probably over $250.00 a month in med’s and doctors visit and that is being lean in my estimate. We won’t even throw in the hospital visits. Food, you gotta have it, that shit costs a lot of money. Forget the toilet paper savings… if you could only live without food we would all be millionaires. I’m so angry about all this money flying out of my pockets I have forgotten anything else I had to bitch about today. Scientists of the world , it’s time to invent those food caplets they have in all the 50′s “future” films. I want to be able to take a pill and receive not just my nutrients for the day but also the flavor as well. It would be something of a vitamin/hallucinogenic type thing, and to add to that request I want it to make me happy as well. I mean the equivalent of 4 or 5 good strong cocktails happy, and without the hangover. So I guess my request for the day is stop experimenting on what causes disease cause we all are gonna go sooner or later, start figuring out how to make us all happy and full for like a dollar a day. Sure fire way to a Nobel Prize I’m telling you. I want my cake and happiness in pill form because since I have to take them, they should do something besides empty my bank account.
back pain bites ass
I curse the invention of the spine. All the pain involved there in, and all the medicine that works for 2 hours. I curse my insurance and spine. I’m in too much pain to be very prolific today, excuse please. I’ll leave you with a thought about something though, all that stuff you do and ingest and think and don’t think, all winds up in your spinal fluid somehow. That sucks.
smooches
j
I dig given the stink eye!
Seriously, it’s one of my few guilty pleasures and I give it often. I have wrinkles in between my eyebrows from giving off the stink, well that and Migraines. I give headaches the stink eye, I give the WORLD the stinky eye. From time to time I think about who I would like most to stink over and the list is long, believe me. The whole of the world’s governments for making this planet such a keen place to be for most people, beyond the stink eye might even get the bird. I like to see pictures of those “celebutards” giving people the stink eye for taking their pictures. You get paid thousands of dollars to go and sit at parties and be rude to people. Get over it. My mother has a stink eye that will make your skin crawl, but I had to learn it somewhere. Psychiatrists … the stink eye. Doctors of any sort… the stink eye. I will some day be stuck in a permanent stink eye much like Popeye but without those deformed forearms (well lets hope for the best). Until tomorrow… Here’s looking at you!
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