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November 5th, 2003

Soon to Be Twenty-Six

Well now that you've all had a chance to oggle me in my Renaissance garb (thanks for the compliments everyone!), it's time for me to insert another random ramble into your day.

Answer me this, female readers, when did they stop having you pee when you went to the gyno? I drank a near gallon of water an hour before I went b/c I always have trouble peeing on command. I get there, wait in the waiting room for 20 minutes and am about to explode when they call me back. In the room the nurse says only, "Get undressed and she'll be with you in a second." Um...where's my little cup? So the entire time I'm thinking, "Omg, she's going to be examining me, and when she pushes down on it all I'm going to pee all over her." I usually repeat a little mantra in my head to take me away from the exam, but "Don't pee, don't pee, don't pee" isn't my usual choice.

In other news, tomorrow is my birthday!! That's right, I bolded it so you couldn't miss it. I haven't been excited about it with all that's been going on, but for some reason I am today. This little Scorpion will have been gracing this Earth with her presence for 26 years at precisely 10:53am tomorrow morning. Woot for me!

A big, huge hug to my good friend, Ryan, who emailed me this morning a picture of this dagger. I fell so in love with it, I found it for cheaper on Ebay and ordered it this morning. This is my birthday present to myself.

Why the sudden love of daggers, you might ask? Well, as I've mentioned before, I am a recovering self-injurer. I say "recovering" because I've found it to be just like alcoholism or any other addiction. The craving for it never ends, you just learn to cope in other ways. I love blades, and I've always wanted to collect daggers and knives. Yet, I worried that a r.s.i. collecting blades would be akin to a recovering alcoholic collecting whiskey & wine. A bit too much temptation, you see? Yet, it's been quite some time since I've slipped into those old habits, and I believe I've finally grown past the urge to wound myself when the going gets rough. In fact, in most of the tragedies that befell me in October, I never once had the urge to cut myself. Now that's progress, folks. So, I am now beginning my dagger collection. I'm quite excited about it, too.

Ah, you know you're no longer a Toys-R'-Us kid when you get appliances for your birthday - and you asked for them. Not only that, you're excited about them. That's right, I'm officially becoming a grown-up. And it only took 26 years. My Mom & Dad got me this really cool microwave that's like something out of the Jetsons. This little thing bakes, toasts and grills along with good 'ole microwaving. Sweet, huh? Yes, I'm bragging about my new microwave. I might as well start driving a mini-van and carpooling to soccer practice now. No, I don't have kids - but once this grown-up stuff starts, it's like a snowball effect.

What else? Damn, I'm talkative today.

Oh, yes, I had a question for you all. Do you ever notice there are certain words you always have trouble with? No matter how good a speller you may be, there are always those words you can never remember how to spell. I'm usually an excellent speller, but the words that will stump me 'til the day I die are:
convenient, atheist, and damnit now that I've started typing them out I can't remember the rest. But every time I have to spell these words, I get them wrong. Does anyone else have any "stump words"?

I suppose that it is all for the moment. I'm going home, drinking some beer and hanging up my pictures and candle sconces. That should make it feel more like home for sure! Have a great one.

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  1. Joan Flanary
    Joan Flanary says:

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