Damn it, I have my check general check-up next week. It's gonna be the same old same old. "You're too gooey. Stop smoking. Stop drinking. No I will not give you a prescription pad." The following week I have an appointment with an ENT, since I can't bloody here out of my left ear. It like, hurts when I yawn, and it feels all stuffy, and it's just fail.

At least when I see the doctor I can give respectable answer to the how many sexual partners question. Because the last time I got a check-up it was 0, and the time before that it was like 12, and then I got the "you're a big whore" glance.

Haha. I get to say "just one" with my head held high bitches.

My Aunt is visiting from Georgia to see the baby, who is having his first sleep over w/o his mommy at our house! I will not deny that I am ridiculously excited, because I lurvs him and is squishy screaming face.

And yall know a bitch don' like kids. But OMG squishybaby!

Oh yeah, did I mention that my gas gauge on my car is fubar'd? I found this out by running out of gas while warming up my car in the store parking lot. And I was so bloody confused until I realized that even though the car was off, the needle was still on half-full. Then I realized that it had been on half full for like, a week. So, I had to drag my cousin from her house to bring me a gas can (with gas in it, cuz yall know a bitch is poor).

Anyway, I'm wide awake and need to find something to occupy my little mind. I'm off to find crackfic.

Mmm...sweet sweet crackfic.