My chest itches, and it’s not a rash
Posted on | November 21, 2005 | 4 Comments
After seven years of abstinence from the needle, my chest reminds me of one of the unpleasant aspects of tattoos. The thing itches like mad! But I feel lightened by the significance of the knot, and look forward to Mom and Lex sharing the same image on their body. Natalia and I got it done together, truly solidifying the bond of friendship. And if the bitch pisses me off, there’s an image on her shoulder (kind of like a muse, or a conscience) to remind her that I am the coolest shaved-headed tomboy. And I can still kick her ass. Good times.
Today I revisit the girl-doc. My quarterly violation comes due today. One problem – the red river flows. So, I am going to go to the doc’s office and find out what the procedure is. I may have to go back in a week or so. That would make me happy. I hate being violated. Blech! Cross your toes, because if they find anything again I get to get more surgery. Sometimes I wish they would have just yanked the whole damn thing out – save me the hassle later.
Harry Potter gets four out of five stars from me. I hated the first three movies so this one made me happy. I found this one to be the most well-rounded and complete vision of the texts so far. Although the director abbreviated some stuff (like the Quidditch cup) I understand that the 4th book is quite long and would be difficult to squish everything into a movie, but most of it got in. The experience at the theatre reaffirmed my hatred for children and their parents. The little bitches are just lucky their mother was there because I would have slapped the condescending smirks off all their faces if I wasn’t afraid of getting arrested.
We lit the fire bowl on Friday. If I drank more, we would have run out of wood. But I stayed sober-ish and managed to get to bed before 5. Thanks again Chris for dinner, and Frankie for the wine. It was berry nice of you two to take care of D and I.
The rest of the weekend = sitting on our asses. I didn’t take Tali back to bumblefuck until after 5 last night. Why? Battlestar Gallactica. I have her addicted to it. Couch time with the beagles and lots of Starbuck made me quite happy. We also watched the last episode of Rome. I was under whelmed.
I think I shall go back to working now. But please remember to tip your servers, look both ways before crossing the street, and be polite to bicyclists. If you don’t I will hunt you down and sick my evil cats on you.
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November 21st, 2005 @ 2:16 pm
I didnt like that there was no real background about Rita in the movie… and we didnt get to see how she got busted and all that stuff.. But the junk with ole Voldie was really good.
November 21st, 2005 @ 3:27 pm
yeah I have to agree. I thought Rita should have played a bigger role. but we willsee what thenext movie brings
November 21st, 2005 @ 4:14 pm
We really should have recoreded out firey conversation. We had lots of good points mentioned and explored that I think would have been nice to revist after some thought. Oh well. I had a blast and I also loved me the movie. YAY. Go Lazy weekends.
November 21st, 2005 @ 6:09 pm
ROFL… I would be frightened to record any conversation that went on with us. Yes, interesting and pertinant points were made. But then we slipped into the “PC – Not me!” realm. I don’t want there to be audio documentation of the extent of my buttheadness.