3 posts tagged “back”

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

I love Jill Scott. 
I want her to be my friend.

Today, well actually, the past 3 days have been completely useless.  I did nothing on Friday because I was lazy and hating my life so instead of being productive and doing job finding things I got pho with Les, took a cat nap in my closet then went and hung out with the Terrorist.  He introduced me to NightTrain.

NightTrain is the devil.  It's this “wine” which will... well, to put it simply... Fuck you up.  Guns 'n Roses did a song about it.  You can read up on it at www.bumwines.com.  It was... an experience.  And it tastes like slightly watered down turpentine (with a dash of fruit punch for coloring.)  Aside from being my first NightTrain experience it was also my first drunken sex experience (surprisingly) and well... it was pretty great. 

The problem with NightTrain, (one of the many) is the fact that it gives you a helluva delayed hangover.  Meaning, you wake up feeling great, maybe a slight headache then three hours later... you WANT TO DIE!!  (At least that's the experience I had with it, but apparently it's because I didn't hydrate properly)  Live and learn I guess.

Hung out with Chris a bit.  Actually just got off the phone with him.  Found out that “the ex” is now “the girlfriend” again.  I'm trying not to be judgmental... but I can't help it.  She kind of fucked over my friend, and, well, I'm fiercely loyal to my friends.  Oh well, no one said I have to be her friend, but then again knowing Chris I probably wont see much of him without her.  I could be wrong though.  Things change, people change.  I'm helping him move tomorrow (he got evicted because of the girlfriend, which is part of the reason why I'm not her number one fan).  Not really sure where to yet.  Could be a new place, could be my living room, we find out tomorrow.

My soul feels like it's dying.  Everything about me hurts right now.  My back is killing me, my throat is killing me, my neck is sore, I have swollen and painful glands.  I think I am actually dying, my hair even fucking hurts.  I woke up with a sore throat yesterday.  It progressed to basically near death.  I was immobilized on the couch for 4 or so hours.  With chills and all that shit.  Then I finally had the energy to crawl into bed where I stayed for another hour or two then my fever finally broke so I showered and went back to bed.  Woke up to a text response from the Terrorist at 4.20a (awesome), got up, unlocked the door, went back to bed.  Watched a movie with him (I watched, he slept) until 7.30a or so.  Then I slept for two hours and was up again.  Why am I not tired right now?  Seriously.

Lesley got a new bed!  Yay!  She went and got it early this morning.  The Terrorist and I helped her carry it in this morning (and by helped I mean we did it... [I love you Lesley!])  Then we set it up in the living room and all laid on it.  It was fabulous!!!  Then we went to Ikea and got bed accessories, came home, made the bed then laid in it.  For 2 hours.  Yes 2 hours.  We did nothing but lay in bed and talk (and tell ghost stories.. to prove to Lesley that my eyes water so much it looks like I'm crying when I talk about ghosts)  I knew I was good at killing time with useless shit.  I've always known this.  But even that surprised (and kind of impressed) me.

She's out with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.  They're getting food.  Having a non-alcohol related experience.  Which is good.  But he's fucking crazy if he thinks he gets to sleep in that bed tonight.  I carried that fucker in.  I'm sleeping in it!  That thing is fucking comfortable!!!   Lesley can stay at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house, I'll call the Terrorist and he can come crash out with me on the comfy bed. 

Yes, I know I'm insane. 

I'm going to have to get a real bed.  I love hers to much.  It's high and off the ground and not a twin bed and not made of metal and big and cozy.  I need an adult bed.  I'm almost 30.  I think it's time.  It's such a commitment though. 

Again; yes, I know I'm insane.

I watched Knocked Up tonight.  Hilarious movie.  Made me kinda sad though.  Well, it made my biological clock sad.  It makes me want babies and husbands and stuff.  Everyone looked so fucking happy at the end.  Granted, I know its supposed to be like that because that's Hollywood's job, to make everything end all rosy and cheery.  They do a good job... bastards. 

My throat is so fucking swollen.  It hurts to swallow.  Anything.  Water, even.  Ugh.  I think I'm gonna go pull the Tv into Lesley's room and watch a movie. 

That sounds good.

Or maybe I'll just pass the fuck out.

That sounds good too.

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It's 1.30p on the 27th of march.  I'm at the library posting this shit I wrote the otherday.  EVERYONE is flocking to the windows.  Why?  Because it's fucking snowing!!  Fuck. 

2 things. 

1.  It's just fucking snow people!!! Jesus!

2.  WHAT THE FUCK?!?!  Why is it snowing in PDX when it's almost April?!?!

My entire self hurts.

Wonder what causes that?

Seriously.  I haven't done shit that would make me hurt.  But the entire backside of my body is crying.  Well, when I say entire back side of my body I really mean my hamstrings and lower back.  And, well, actually I kind of know what's wrong.  I think the legs are from building my bookshelf the other night because I was squatting a lot and yes I'm really that out of shape and I think my back hurts because my uterus is the DEVIL!!!!

I'm over at the Red Square again.  I like this place.  It's nice and mellow and nifty.

I was supposed to find a job today. 
Really, I was. 
I was going to do all that stuff I've said I would do.
Go down Belmont, Hawthorne, everywhere. 
Dropping off resumes and dazzling them with my charm and quick wit.
But I hurt.
Lesley's and I are talking about blowing off our obligations to go get pho. 
That sounds nice.
Maybe I'll call the Terrorist and see if he wants to partake in pho adventures with us.
I haven't seen him in a while.  We're supposed to hang out later tonight but hey, sometimes friends are more important than obligations.
Yep. 

On an entirely different note, I have a weird rash on my arm.  It looks like a fucked up hybrid of some sort of bug bites and chicken pox.  Not really sure what it's from.  I woke up with it.  I slept with Lesley last night so I'm thinking either she's got some weird skin thing she failed to tell me about or some creepy crawly was in there with us.  Ewww.

I've decided to organize my life. 
Go me.
All my life I move from place to place to place and I just throw shit into boxes with no order whatsoever.  That's stopping.  It's taking forever but I'm getting there.  (Being unemployed is really helping.)

Lesley is already at the pho place.  What the fuck?  Talk about a break down in communication!
Gotta go!