What the fuck is with this heat Oakland? It's fucking September 27th. I want fog and doom and gloom. If I wanted this bullshit hot weather, I'd still live in Orange County.
Since my last post, I wish I could say something really awesome and exciting happened. You know, like my band got signed to Relapse or Kim Kardashian offered to blow me while juggling chainsaws. Sadly, that shit stopped happening when I was 24. Although cut rate f-list Persian girls with nice asses aren't offering to fellate me (with any regularity at least), there have been some minor highlights since last night. Check this shit out:
First and foremost, I recently became Facebook friends with T-Mike Kliebert, who is one of the Cajun gator hunters on Swamp People. For those of you who don't know, or haven't heard me constantly babble about it, Swamp People is the greatest show to ever happen to television (Attention Dexter fans, eat a bag of dicks, that show blows). Swamp People is a documentary on modern day Cajun people living off the land in southern Louisiana. Since I'm the kind of fan that obsesses over the dumb shit I love, I sent T-Mike a message telling him about how I respected what he and his family do and that his show is one of the very few highlights of my week. Within eight hours, he personally wrote me back thanking me for my support, offered his, and even traded phone numbers with me and told me to reach out whenever I needed to. It's awesome when people you watch on TV and admire are even cooler on a personal level. Big ups to you, T-Mike Watch Swamp People or be a douche.
Oh yeah. I also got an appointment at UCSF Thursday. They are supposed to fix me. I don't have much faith in our healthcare system. I'm trying to be excited, but it's tough. Let's see how it goes.
Today's stats:
Vomiting: 2. Once at 11am-ish, the other at 2:30pm. Nothing exciting, mostly just foul tasting acid and bile.
Diarhea: 3. No fun colors.
1 comment:
Beev,
Oh man...your writing cracks me up!
So glad to read that someone else besides Pat and I enjoy and "set to record series" Swamp People. I love how they talk, look, dress, and most of all, how tough they are. It is amazing to me that while a 800 lb gator is fighting the line, that someone can manage to shoot and hit the kill spot that is the size of a quarter with only a couple shots. That, my friend, is pure talent.
Let's plan a Swamp People get together. We can eat bland food, not drink alcohol, and you can claim the attic bathroom as yours.
Let us know how things go on Thursday and if you need anything at all.
Marissa
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