Anchors, please.

Dear Talking Heads,

Yeah. We get it. Actually, we got it last week. The conservatives are talking about "teabagging"! Why, that's a sex act! And a "deviant" sex act at that! (Or, hey, another word for sexual assault.) Ha-ha! They're talking about dirty, nasty sex and they don't even know it! Oh my! Teabagging! Hilarious!

Okay, it was funny the first dozen times. I thought the Rachel Maddow segment was pretty good, too. But guys? I get that this is twelve-year-old boy humor, but you really don't have to lower yourselves to the level of actual twelve-year-old boys by repeating the same joke over and over and over until everyone around you wants to stick spoons in their ears.

It's not funny anymore. Now it's just kind of pathetic.

Thanks a bunch,

Me

Oh, fuck.

I'm heading down to the ER. Pain so intense that medication isn't helping, and I haven't been able to keep food down for the past couple days. I've been hoping to ride this out without another trip to hell the hospital, but I fainted a few minutes ago, and according to my mom, even though I'm fine now (well, aside from the FUCKING EXPLODING PAIN IN MY PELVIC AREA, but what else is new) I no longer get to make that call. I may be 22, but I turn 8 when she gets that look on her face. So as soon as she gets her "ER kit" together (books, pillow, blanket, iPod--everything you need when you know your going to be waiting on an uncomfortable chair for upwards of five hours), we'll be out the door.

Those of you who pray, I'd appriciate it. I am so not looking forward to dealing with asshole doctors, playing yet another round of "I'm not a drug addict, no really," being a human pincusion, and all of the other fun stuff that comes with the ER.

Someday, I will post about happy things again. Truly, though you wouldn't know it from reading this blog, good things do happen to me. I don't spend all my time being miserable.

But today is not that day.