The long and short of itMy prediction to be in a better mood after my birthday was a tad bit optimistic because: - A certain person still thinks that my vagina is his business. He is ever so wrong. - My right eye has gone wonky again. Doc can't seem to locate any fluid or bleeding so it may just be the way the pigments are settling or how that eye has scarred over. Either way it may just be how I'm going to see for now on. I go back on May 3rd so he can look for bleeding again because it may just be bleeding in a place that isn't visible on the photos. Cross your fingers and hope for blood, people. - Trevor refuses to go to the wedding with me because he is a bastard. A sexxy bastard, but a bastard nonetheless. - I work with monkeys. Sometimes I just want to kick people, but I don't. I'm such a grown up now. - Today I had an ache in my belly and my head hurt. All day long. But none of that matters because I'm going to see Nine Inch Nails. There is a chance that Trent Reznor could spit or sweat directly on me. If not on me, then possibly on someone near me and then I would have to lick that person...anyhoo, I'm trapped in a Trent bodily fluid fantasy and I'm starting to ramble. Thank you Mike and Sean. You're the bestest. Yay! You can't see it, but I'm twirling and giggling girlishly right now. Well, not right now obviously because I'm typing right now, but I intend to twirl and giggle shortly. posted by Beth 9:43 PM . . .
