Posts from — February 2009

Why are so many people named Peterson accused of killing their wives? Watching this MSNBC show on Michael Peterson. If I meet anyone named Peterson, I am RUNNINGGGGGGGG.

Michael Peterson– claimed to fall asleep by the pool when his wife fell down the stairs.
Scott Peterson- Claimed his wife was abducted/disappeared while he was out fishing.
Drew Peterson- Claimed his wife left him and is off with another man, somewhere. It is alleged that Drew killed his 3rd wife, and he is ENGAGED AGAIN. WTF.

And also… Rihanna…wtf? I’m SO disappointed if the reports are true. He hasn’t even gone to court over the incident yet. Her dad’s foot needs to be way, so far, deep up in his ass. In no way should he be on a jet ski at Diddy’s House, having fun. Where are all of the people who were INCENSED because Chris DARED touch her in that manner??!!

GUH.

ABC News: Radio Legend Paul Harvey Dies

I love Paul Harvey. I used to listen to him everyday when I worked in radio. *sigh*

$75 copays are not where it’s at, man. I know, I know. At least I have insurance. That is the copay for Urgent Care. I say GOTDAMN!

I was sitting there like “This shit better be broken, and I better get some drugs, man, for $75, I tell you WHUT.”

AND I got a brace and crutches. I bet I get an insurance bill for $150 MILLION, Net 10.

At least I got to ride in a wheelchair.

After 3 hours at Urgent Care, I have no broken bones (yay). Bad sprain, some muscle strain.

Treatment: Naproxin, Brace, crutches (pain in the butt), Ice, heat, elevation, sit my ass down.

What I’m doing? Sitting at work. Had to cut some checks, which involves a lot of walking around. I don’t follow directions well. I figured it’d be better to come do this tonight than make myself do it tomorrow.

What I’m going to do: Fill my scrip, get some dinner, take some drugs, elevate, ice, relax watching SparkleTv. \o/

Q: Have you ever taken a personality test like the Myers-Briggs or Enneagram? If so, did you agree with the results? And what was your type?

A: I can’t remember, but I think so. I’m a pretty linear person so most personality tests say the same thing–I’m a sarcastic asshole who possess a dry wit and a heart of gold. And that I like to be alone and not lonely and they value stability and loyalty.

I usually agree.

Well, trying to be home today. I emailed my boss that there was no way I’d make it from the car to the office (and not only that but I just don’t feel like showering and getting dressed and going to work). He said, ‘okay let’s see how you feel at noon’. What about ‘I can’t really walk’ can he not comprehend?

Guh. So I’ve got a pretty big knot forming. My right ankle isn’t really throbbing anymore and I can stand. It does hurt to walk on it, though, so I’d really rather not.

I need some advil and a sandwich.

So, I am walking out of the building at work tonight. Decide to go out the side door, cause it’s closest to my car. I’m distracted by the thought of maybe a new apartment complex I was going to go look at (hello, wood floooooors!!). There are about 4 steps between the building and the parking lot. Hit the first, missed the last three.

Yep. Just call me Grace. There’s me, sprawled out in the parking lot in my white coat, in front of the steps. A very very nice woman with a lovely British accent helped me up and let me lean on her while I walked to my car.

Uh. This hurts. I can stand on it and move it around. It hurts to walk on it. I think, more than anything, my calf muscle is really tight. We’ll see how tonight goes and see if I need to visit the doctor. I already emailed my boss to warn him I may not be in tomorrow. I am following his instruction to elevate and ice.

I’m now trying to determine what makes a better ice pak– frozen cauliflower, or broccoli cuts. Film at 11.

Like… having my car serviced. BUYING a car. Buying an appliance. Spending money on bills instead of fun stuff. Paying things off. PAYING FOR THINGS, period.

I did something yesterday that made my feel like an adult, for some reason. I had never sent anything to the Dry Cleaner’s before. Yesterday I dropped my winter coat off because… ugh… why did I buy a coat in Winter White? Because it was pretty, that’s why:

Isn’t it odd that they don’t do FabricGuard or anything? KFlo said they should, but they don’t. Hmmmmmmm.

Unless you’re bored, too. And you’re also fascinated with me. Cause if you’re not one or both… it’ll just be a waste of time.

1. What curse word do you use the most?
I have a potty mouth. For some reason when I spell it wrong, it doesn’t feel so bad, so fcuk is me not saying fuck. Somehow.

2. Do you own an iPod?
Hell. YES.

3. What person on your flist do you talk to the most? n/a

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Because I’m not doing much work, today.

Want to meet up with ‘this guy you know’ that is moving to Atlanta to finish his Master’s Degree for a drink. To show a brother some hospitality. I’m not the damn Welcome Wagon. Curvy doesn’t do strangers.

I know it’s hard for people to comprehend that I’m not interested, but I’m really not and I haven’t been in a long time. I gave up, over a year ago. I’m not going to change my mind. Please stop trying to change it, it’s just annoying me, more than anything.

I’m having one of those days, where I can laugh at myself. Usually I take myself too seriously for such frivolity and mirth, but today, for some reason, I find myself humorous.

Where the HELL am I: Have you ever gone to eat someplace and SWORE you were at a different restaurant? Like you meant to go to Burger King, but instead you ended up at McDonald’s, but could swear you really wer at BK?

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Very spot on. VERY.

Reliable Realist Reliable Realist (RR)

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