Monthly Archive for January, 2008

Why do people think that is okay?

Published on January 30, 2008 in Rants. 2 Comments Tags: .

While walking to my next bus stop this morning something very, very colorful (think blinding) walked passed me and I could not help but stop dead in my tracks. My curiosity, for once, was bolder then my need to hide from the world. What the fuck was that? I turned my head and it took a while before my eyes were adjusted to the violent colors that were crashing against my eyes.

Then I saw it; not only was it violent colors, but it was leggings. and not only were the leggings colorful, but the jacket, the sweater AND the shoes were as well. It looked like she had a run in with some paint ball aficionados and lost.

First off, why the hell wear leggings in this weather? It is cold, it is raining, those thin little things don’t protect you from it. Not to mention I, and everyone else, get to see everything you have to hide in it. Every little dent, every little bump, every little curve you have. I do not want to see how unshaped your ass is or how your vagina is shaped. I like ‘em, but I do not need to see them in ill fitted clothing thank you very much!

If you do have the nerve wearing something like that, DO NOT USE BRIGHT, BLINDING colors. Make it a white one, or a black one and for the sake of everyone, WEAR SOMETHING OVER IT. I do not want to see a camel toe; I get enough of that with the celebrities who wear the wrong things.

Now granted; I myself don’t always wear the most fashionable things, I go for comfort, but that does not mean I wear things that allow people to see anything and everything there is to see.

It is like men wearing those tight bicycle things where you can see the entire package. I do not want to see that entire thing either. It makes me want to hurl.

I can not believe how people can even think that those things are comfortable. I used to wear them when I was little in my obligatory gym classes and all I could think about was how to get the damn thing to stop crawling up my ass.

And if I was ever forced into them again, because that is the ONLY way I’ll ever wear them, wait I will never where those things again, but if someone else has the unfortunate honor of having to do that, make sure it is ONE color and not look like someone threw different color paint buckets at you.

Why is it so hard to understand?

Published on January 26, 2008 in Ramblings. 6 Comments

Let me set up the situation first; a couple of weeks ago this lady IM’d me on Yahoo saying she wants to be dominated by someone who can tell her what she should wear or not. I told her I was not into that kind of stuff and even if I was, not with a complete stranger. She had talked about being interested in women dominating her and came across my Yahoo (I really should take my information off).

Since then she has occasionally IM’d me with updates on her life, or rather, when she was horny or not. Thank you, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to do with that knowledge, I did not even want to have that in my head.

This morning she IM’d me saying that she had finally slept with a woman. I responded with a mild ‘good for you’, she proceeded to tell me everything about said date. How many times she had an orgasm, that she had an ejaculation, that she got fisted.

Excuse me?! When did I ever gave you permission to tell me that? I do not want to know how many times someone had an orgasm or any of those other things unless I was on the giving or receiving end.

Then she told me that she was horny yet again, is that even possible? It seems this woman is horny 24/7. I told her to go back to the woman she was with because I certainly was not interested in it.

Her: “Okay, but if she says yes, I want you to be online”
Me: (confused) “Why?”
Her: “Because I want you to tell us what to do or what not to do”
Me: *blink* “Excuse me? I most certainly will not”
Her: “But why?”
Me: “Because I have absolutely no interest in that”
Her: “But what if we like it?”
Me: “Then I still wouldn’t”

How many times and how many ways does a person have to say she does not want to do something?

They all turned and looked at me

Published on January 13, 2008 in Random. 3 Comments Tags: .

Going to the Doctor’s Office is never a fun thing to do. It often means sharing your most humiliating problems; things you’d rather not share with anyone, but HAVE to share with your Doctor in order to fix the problem.

First you have to call up the Office; at my Doctor’s Office it means you get a menu first, you know the ones where you have to pick and chose which way you want to go? I can choose to call in a prescription, and I can even choose to confer with colleagues (if I was a Doctor that is). If you want to make an appointment then just stay on the line and you will be helped as soon as possible.

I wrote about my back problems in the previous post and is thankfully not as embarrassing as some other problems I’ve had. It does not, however, take away the embarrassment you undergo before you even step into the exam room.

Has it ever occurred to anyone that it is not polite to stare at people when you walk into a room? Yes, I know it is human nature for people to do that, but does anyone realize that it actually scares people? When I walked into the waiting room at my Doc’s Office the ENTIRE room was filled up with people and EVERYONE looked up and stared at me when I entered the room.

I had to physically restrain myself from not turning right around and bolt from the room. Due to my back and neck problems that was not even possible since I could barely walk, but that is beside the point.

Once I’ve found a seat that was not near close enough for anyone to be able to touch me, I sat down and set upon pretending to read magazines while I spied studied people. Everyone does it. We all say we don’t, but everyone does it.

After a short fifteen minute wait I got called in by my Doc and he led me to his exam room. Here’s the thankful thing; we don’t have to undress. Well I didn’t have to. I don’t know if others have, but I’ve never have.

I just explained my problems and he said to hop up on the exam table. Then he proceeded to take my arm, give it a little twist back and forth, up and down until I yelped out in pain. I wanted to slap him silly, especially after he lifted my shirt at the back and started to prod and push on several parts of my lower back. I thought I was in pain before? It was nothing compared to when he did his prodding.

And that was it.

Yes, it was as simple as that. He gave me a prescription for inflammatory pain killers and told me to take it easy. NEXT!

Pain is no longer pain when it is past

Published on January 8, 2008 in Random. 1 Comment Tags: .

Can it damn well pass then?

About a week ago I started having lower back pains. At times I could barely get up or move around and at other times I could move around with minimal pain.

Since yesterday not only does my lower back hurt, the pain also moved to my left shoulder blade and part of the left side of my neck later on, and this morning it started appearing on the right side of my neck as well.

I could lay down on the bed, but that would make my back hurt. Not to mention it’ll take me about ten minutes to get out of the damn bed if I have to pee.

I know I should have called the doctor before that even started, I’m stubborn. But as soon as that damn clock hits 8:30am I am calling him up and see if I can get an appointment today.

Will let you all know how it went.

Rest In Peace, Sweet Angel

Published on January 6, 2008 in Pets. 1 Comment

At apx. 1:30pm this afternoon, my sweet rabbit Angel, my companion of 7 years and some months died.

Rest In Peace Baby, I will miss you.

Angel R.I.P

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