Not that I don't love CCR, but I'd be willing to bet I hear Bad Moon Rising at least 5 times a day at work.
Some guy at work today told me I was the damn prettiest thing he had ever seen...Every tooth in his mouth was pointed in different directions and he was crosseyed and probably 52....Ew.
Another man asked me if I was always "this cheerful," and I said "yeah--grumpiness is a waste of time--it's useless and doesn't get you anywhere." I then proceeded to "impress" him by telling him how sick I was and how much I felt like barfing but I was still super cheerfull....His approval of my cheerfulness soon turned to disconnected disgust as he backed away from my germs. I suppose I got a little too "talky," and could have left all of that out...but people comment on my cheerfulness every goddamn day like 9 times...It's kinda sad that good moods are such a rarety in todays times.... Oh well. I left work 4 hours early because I almost fainted and then threw up in my mouth. Yay. :\
I've got some kind of wretched flu...I can't reach the thermometer because my tourtecullis (sp?) makes it impossible for me to turn my head when I get sick and I can't tilt it up to see where the thermometer is on the top shelf...Trevor is at the casino and isn't here to help : ( I have just been sitting here with flaming pain in my neck, chills, cold sweats, and a throat so sore it is almost impossible to swallow. My eyes are watering plus I am in big time pain so I have had tears running down my cheeks for like 2 hours...not even ones I invited...I'm just way way sick. Trevor should be home soon--he can hold my neck and reach things for me. Oh how I wish I could afford health insurance right now...and how much I wish I wasn't also having red riding hood lady problems... Cramps and the flu and tourtecullis...Boo. I have no idea how to spell tourtecullis...but I was "diagnosed," with it when I was in like..5th grade? It's a problem with the muscles around the top of your spine...they react strangely to other things going on in your body and tense up to the point where you cannot turn your head at all...I had to wear a neck brace for 2 weeks once in 6th grade and get a relaxer shot in my spine in...8th grade? so that I could even function. It pretty much makes it impossible to do anything when it acts up. I can't drive anywhere because I can't look both ways or check my mirrors or anything...I can only look straight ahead...I've been so so so so close to getting in accidents (have been in one because of it) driving when I can't turn my head, it's bad news. The only thing that helps even a little is ibuprofin...about 7 of them at 200mg...I'm sure there are better medicines for it, but I have no health insurance and am kinda a hippy about medicine...I hate taking it...I don't like my mindset altered-I prefer conscious control.
Note: My papa's second generation Irish bright red afro made me a red-head but my momma's direct hungarian descent almost gave me an accent...we've pretty much all lost the accent by now though. My great grandfather grew up in what used to be Transylvania...how goth eh? That side of the family had Lugosi-like accents that got lost in my mothers generation...but some people still say I talk wierd...?
Some guy at work today told me I was the damn prettiest thing he had ever seen...Every tooth in his mouth was pointed in different directions and he was crosseyed and probably 52....Ew.
Another man asked me if I was always "this cheerful," and I said "yeah--grumpiness is a waste of time--it's useless and doesn't get you anywhere." I then proceeded to "impress" him by telling him how sick I was and how much I felt like barfing but I was still super cheerfull....His approval of my cheerfulness soon turned to disconnected disgust as he backed away from my germs. I suppose I got a little too "talky," and could have left all of that out...but people comment on my cheerfulness every goddamn day like 9 times...It's kinda sad that good moods are such a rarety in todays times.... Oh well. I left work 4 hours early because I almost fainted and then threw up in my mouth. Yay. :\
I've got some kind of wretched flu...I can't reach the thermometer because my tourtecullis (sp?) makes it impossible for me to turn my head when I get sick and I can't tilt it up to see where the thermometer is on the top shelf...Trevor is at the casino and isn't here to help : ( I have just been sitting here with flaming pain in my neck, chills, cold sweats, and a throat so sore it is almost impossible to swallow. My eyes are watering plus I am in big time pain so I have had tears running down my cheeks for like 2 hours...not even ones I invited...I'm just way way sick. Trevor should be home soon--he can hold my neck and reach things for me. Oh how I wish I could afford health insurance right now...and how much I wish I wasn't also having red riding hood lady problems... Cramps and the flu and tourtecullis...Boo. I have no idea how to spell tourtecullis...but I was "diagnosed," with it when I was in like..5th grade? It's a problem with the muscles around the top of your spine...they react strangely to other things going on in your body and tense up to the point where you cannot turn your head at all...I had to wear a neck brace for 2 weeks once in 6th grade and get a relaxer shot in my spine in...8th grade? so that I could even function. It pretty much makes it impossible to do anything when it acts up. I can't drive anywhere because I can't look both ways or check my mirrors or anything...I can only look straight ahead...I've been so so so so close to getting in accidents (have been in one because of it) driving when I can't turn my head, it's bad news. The only thing that helps even a little is ibuprofin...about 7 of them at 200mg...I'm sure there are better medicines for it, but I have no health insurance and am kinda a hippy about medicine...I hate taking it...I don't like my mindset altered-I prefer conscious control.
Note: My papa's second generation Irish bright red afro made me a red-head but my momma's direct hungarian descent almost gave me an accent...we've pretty much all lost the accent by now though. My great grandfather grew up in what used to be Transylvania...how goth eh? That side of the family had Lugosi-like accents that got lost in my mothers generation...but some people still say I talk wierd...?