Established in 2002
Kitta: You know what bugs me…
Sergio: What?
Sergio: People who pretend they’re chairs?
Sergio: That bugs me.
Sergio: Fuckers go against the wall and bend their knees.
Sergio: Look damn stupid.
Sergio: Goddamn grin on their faces.
Sergio: As if they’re the very first ones to think of the stupid, stupid trick.
Kitta: I’m so blogging that.
Talking to Sergio is always so intriguing, you never know what he will say next.
I bumped into Candy at the supermarket today; we chatted for a bit and then went our separate ways, only to meet up in the next isle…
Niktia: “I’m looking for lentils for a soup I’m making tomorrow.”
Candy: “Maybe they’re in the frozen food section?”
I’m going to be laughing about that one until I can laugh no more.
We have a wood fire in our house. I light it every night during winter mainly for warmth, but also because, well, I’m a former pyro. I was lighting to fire last night when I noticed the wood was so wet that it wouldn’t light…
Me: This wood is too… Ouch.
My voice trailed off into an ‘ouch’ after a bit of wood moved and brushed against my hand, my mother tried to finish off what I was saying…
Mum: Dry… I hate when it’s too dry.
Me: What?
Mum: The wood, when it’s dry it doesn’t burn.
Me: Ah huh.
My brother starts laughing.
Me: Damn that dry wood, if only it was wet.
Mum: What?
Me: You said the wood wouldn’t burn if it’s dry, when you meant to say wet.
Mum: Oh yeah, I meant wet wood won’t burn.
Me: Mmm.
Me: Those damn dry tree’s, you’d think they would have the decency to stay hydrated after being cut down.
Mum: Alright, very funny.
I’m eBay some of my clothes that I no longer wear or have never worn, including gorgeous dusty pink Cooper St. Clothing bustier that was given to me as a gift and has never fitted me, there’s also quite a few pre-loved clothes. Go take a look and bid on anything you fancy, I’ll be adding more tomorrow night.
Meet Alice… (As in Resident Evil Alice, not Wonderland Alice.)
She is a sexy Coolermaster Praetorian chassis, with a BenQ FP7IE+ LCD and a Zippy luminescent keyboard. Steve the monkey sits on top of her (kinky) keeping a look out.
Update…
I forgot to add Specs and Dan kindly reminded me about it, so here are her entrails…
I was thinking about some good excuses that people use when breaking up. I don’t mean “It’s not you, it’s me”, which is universal for “It’s so fucking you”, I mean really good, clever, funny ones. I asked the LRM forum member’s and here are a few we may have used in the past or wish we had the guts to use…
Dogmatix: “I don’t see how I could ever love someone who cheated on me with Everquest II. Did our questing in Azeroth mean nothing to you?”
Dexter: “My mothership has returned to get me and I must leave. Pay no attention to my android double when you see it.”
Candy: “I’m sorry, but I like girls, I just wanted to see if I liked boys or not and I don’t.”
Lore: “What, you thought this was a relationship, oh shit sorry, I just wanted sex.”
Metao: “I love you more than anything, but you’re more like a sister than a girlfriend.”
Metao: “This is a pre-emptive break-up.”
Finally Metao shared with us the shortest and possibly most effective of all break up lines…
Metao: “I fucked your Mum.”
And here are a few of my own…
Nikita: “I have a confession to make, I’m really only 14, well more like 13 and a half, but I’m sooooo mature for, like, my age.”
Niktia: “I cant see you anymore, you’re code isn’t valid.”
Feel free to add your own in the comments.
The tests didn’t go exactly to plan and I ended up in hospital for a lot longer than I thought I would be…
I felt really ill on Thursday morning when I arrived at the hospital, but the nurses all said it was normal and we were good to go, so they gave me a sedative and did the tests. I woke up in recovery a few hours later feeling like shit, I kind of felt worse than I thought I would feel, but again they insisted I was fine and gave me something to drink, which I managed to keep it down until the ride home when I threw it all up again. I thought it would be only once and didn’t really worry about it because I thought they had given me some anti-nausea medication that I requested, (I always throw up for hours and hours after sedation) but as it turns out I never got it.
When I got home I drank a bit more water and slept for a bit, but I woke up throwing up again and I couldn’t keep anything down and I knew I was getting dehydrated because I had hardly any urine output, a dry mouth and throat and I was lethargic. For some reason it only takes me a few hours to get to a severely dehydrated point.
I went to the hospital’s emergency department at about 6pm. The nurses didn’t think too much of me and gave me a hydralyte icy pole, which made me want to throw up with every lick I took. I could only take a few licks even though I took some Zofran Zydis (aka Ondansetron, which was left over from my last hospital stay in February) earlier, it didn’t seem to help at all. Three hours later I was still sitting there battling the urge to throw up air, I guess, since there was nothing else for me to throw up, the nurse finally got me to do a ketone test and it showed my ketones were terribly low, suddenly I was rushed in, given a bed and put on a glucose drip. The doctor was there within a few minutes said I was severely dehydrated and I had to stay the night on a few bags of fluids, he also gave me some Stemital and it helped my nausea.
I was moved to observation at about 10pm and the doctor said I’d get a good nights rest. I didn’t. I was wide awake for hours, I couldn’t sleep because I was dizzy even when I laid down, my heart was palpitating and I felt like I was in shock and confused. All I could think was that I wanted to go home, I had to go home, right there and then. I told the nurse and she took my pulse and blood pressure; my pulse rate was high and my blood pressure was low, she paged the doctor who said it was just the dehydration and sedative I was given causing it. I told them I wanted to go home and they said I couldn’t and that I’d come back in critical if I did.
I laid there for what felt like months, I was counting the seconds with the snores of my room mates, three of them had distinct snores and each snore cycle was 5 seconds, “Why can they sleep and I can’t?” I thought. I kept thinking that I should just pull the IV out, walk out of there and catch a bus home, which is hilarious now, but really sounded plausible at the time. I must have been delirious, because my mind was racing with thoughts, the majority of which were about TV show theme songs.
Fuck you Paris Hilton, you’re shows theme song made my night hell. 😐
Finally at about 5am I got about an hours sleep and when I woke up my heart and blood pressure were back to normal, I wasn’t dizzy anymore or confused, I could drink water without battling myself to throw it back up, and I could walk (assisted) to the bathroom, which was a major improvement from earlier that night. When I went to the bathroom I remembered how I told the nurse I wanted to go home earlier and asked her if I was dreaming or if I really did say that, she said I did say it and we laughed about it.
I slept for another hour or so and was woken abruptly by the breakfast lady who tried to offer me apple juice, I politely declined and told her I was concentrating on water at the moment. I kept drinking water because I knew they wouldn’t release me that morning if I wasn’t drinking and I had drunk about a litre by the time the doctor came around at 9pm. He said I had made a major improvement and was happy to see me drinking again, he then told me I could go home and to take the Zofran Zydis for a few days until the nausea settles down. I left about 10am on Friday morning, happy to be going home to my own comfy pillows and leaving behind the 5 second snore cycles.
It’s now about 7pm on Saturday and I still feel very weak and tried, but I’m slowly getting there. A few days of rest and I should be good. I get the results in a few weeks, they better have found something or I’ll be really pissed off that I had to go through so much for nothing.
I guess I could have requested a drip during the test, but they didn’t even give me the anti-nausea medication I requested, so I doubt they would have given me a drip. 😕
I have to fast for the tests tomorrow, I’m now about 21 hours into the fasting and my every thought is about food, glorious food! I’d make a fucking pathetic anorexic or ‘lost’ character.
I’ve noticed that 80% of TV commercials are about, you guessed it, food. Freshly cooked, steaming hot and yummy looking food that is just so damn sexy that it gets stuck in your head until you eat it. As I type this there a commercial on right now, advertising a drop dead gorgeous pasta dish, I could marry this pasta dish in a seedy Vegas wedding right now if it would only agree to let me eat it during the honeymoon.
TV commercials aren’t the only thing taunting me either, my beloved blogs have let me down, Max Barry did an entry about how another author is using the same stock photo of a donut that was going to be used for cover of his new book Company. It’s a yummy, soft, chewy, glazed donut. I dare not click on Cupcakes Take the Cake, for I know that will be the end of me.
Damn you TV and blogs, damn you to hell!
Ok, no more food thoughts. From now on all I’ll think about is other things, such as… bunnies. Yes, bunny rabbits. Fluffy, white, little bunnies hopping around, wiggling their cute little tails, hoping into traps and then being roasted with herbs and garlic, little potatoes, pumpkin, peas, gravy and… Fuck!
Send food, NOW!
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