Got poked with a needle tipped vacuum bottle today and thus conquered one of my biggest and most irrational fears. Watching it fill with my own blood was kinda weird, because I didn't even really get to see it happen, it was so fast. So now there's a vial of my blood, and a vial of my piss in a cabinet some where, and some person who paid a lot of money for an education is going to fuck around with my fluids and tell me if I'm sick.
*fingers crossed*
Got home really late after a work meeting and was pleased to find that (yay) my Suicide Girls DVD had arrived! Barely had more than a few minutes to glance at it, but I'm pretty impressed with the quality! Very hot stuff, I can't wait to stick it in a TV and watch the whole thing.
Even though I would have ordered it anyway, it's my way of making up for the missed opportunity when the show rolled through Calgary. I spoke with some friends who attended and said it was amazing. Which only made me feel worse.
But not as bad as the day I found out I had missed Xiu Xiu at Broken City the night before. I still kick myself over that, which is really hard, not being double-jointed or anything. I really should get someone to help me with that...
Okay, fake cleverness ends with me going to sleep. Good night, gentle readers.
*fingers crossed*
Got home really late after a work meeting and was pleased to find that (yay) my Suicide Girls DVD had arrived! Barely had more than a few minutes to glance at it, but I'm pretty impressed with the quality! Very hot stuff, I can't wait to stick it in a TV and watch the whole thing.
Even though I would have ordered it anyway, it's my way of making up for the missed opportunity when the show rolled through Calgary. I spoke with some friends who attended and said it was amazing. Which only made me feel worse.
But not as bad as the day I found out I had missed Xiu Xiu at Broken City the night before. I still kick myself over that, which is really hard, not being double-jointed or anything. I really should get someone to help me with that...
Okay, fake cleverness ends with me going to sleep. Good night, gentle readers.