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Three Words–DON’T GET SICK




Because by the time you’re done with the medical profession.. you’ll wish you just got hit by a bus instead….

So, not feeling too bright the last week or so, went to my doctors on Monday…..

Finding that my original doctor has resigned, made me very happy… didn’t like her much.  New doctor… very cool dude with a weird accent….

Explaining the gubbins to the doc, and he writes me a script to get blood-works done…. i mentioned to him in passing that I’m not sure my blood has ever done an honest days work in its life… he said not to worry, he could tell just by looking at the size my stomach……


…… decide this doctor is a keeper – he has a sense of humour.


He said I’d need to be NBM for the night, and i was.. aww ok..



at this point in the story, it’s important to note that i generally goof-off a lot, more so if the situation is more serious…. …



next day, Tuesday morning at 7am i show up bright and early at the blood vampiring lab place to give my donation to the red sucker testers….

I was the second one there. sweet, no long wait…… the nurse comes up and askes me if I’m me and to follow her, so as a good me i am i did……

Now, I’m not feeling the best, haven’t had anything to eat or drink since last night, and am really hanging out for a drink of water or coffee… me.. not in the best of moods…


So she sat me down and in her professional English-is-not-her-first-language way asked me to roll my right sleeve up…. to which i smiled at her as she looked at my arm, and i pointed out…. short sleeves… no rolling required….. I’m not sure if she totally understood me or not….

Open-mouthed smile

she put that thingie on that stops the blood flowing….. dabbed my little soon to be mono-vamperic hole arm, and… suck me, THREEE FUCKING TIMES with a needle.. all of which was followed by me saying “DANGIT” and her going “sorry” before she managed to get the thing right, and suck 2 vials of my reddy goodness…



  .. she broke my arm Sad smile




note at this point, that i very quickly decided it was wrong to be one of the first people in because i think the nurses just start warming up on them….. wasn’t at all impressed.


Then, bless her cotton socks, she hands me a sample vial and a cup thingie and says.. and i shit you not.. “i want to sample your urine”…..


….at which point i seriously could not help myself and i started laughing at her and said she’d have to pay me for the privilege , which i think she understood cause she didn’t seem so impressed.. .. who knows, maybe in her previous profession she was a “pro” if you get my drift…. *cough* anyways……  i asked her if i could have that as a takeaway as i had already hosed down a few mountains and wasn’t quite up to carving out a valley with out my morning coffee just yet.

she wasn’t impressed – again – like i really cared at that time.

she spoke to the receptionist who gave me a nice brown paper bag to stuff the gear in



… and so off i went to work… bleh bleh…

anyways, i returned  few hours later with said expected sample as requested in my own magical way…

Urine Sample


…..the receptionist wasn’t impressed.


So then…

I’ve a follow up with the doc on Friday with the test results….

i fear the worst though…. i think he’s gona tell me I’m pregnant..



The moral of the story… meh i haven’t a clue.

It’s a story, factual, for your entertainment at my suffering.

bleh Smile with tongue out

GROUP the web series S01E08–LOSS

GROUP The Web Series

Loss, how much is something worth to us, how much does SOMEONE mean to us…who cares… LOL




Smile with tongue out


Smile with tongue out

two for the price of one



Days roll into nights, into weeks and years

still my flesh ages beyond my understanding

mind sharply young bleeding nonsense

born from unrealistic memories of the past

some rancid screeching crow screaming obscenities

on street corners pushing daggers into faith of

passer-bys whose only moment of clarity was

12 seconds after death stops becoming still

blackened eyes drifting across bridges

bulging erratic craving fingers obsessed with

hair though tormented orchestrations of

forbidden clarity

taken broken homes subversly stolen from

the dead, demands recognition of nothingness

rounded by the only sound with reason now

small wicked steps that permeate though valley walls

volcanic stupidity spews forth behind darkened doors


lost children of the dead land


still cries with the deafening echoes of nothing





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Nice guys STILL finish last

I found some random chainlink spam… but it made some sort of sense…

It’s not mine.

But the very last line..


Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore. And because of this, there are not many left out there.

♥ To every guy that said, “You’re beautiful”…
♥ To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her…
♥ To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down…
♥ To every guy who has given her flowers just because that’s how he rolls…
♥ To every guy that said he would die for her…
♥ To every guy that really would…
♥ To every guy that did what she wanted to die for…
♥ To every guy that cried in front of her…
♥ To every guy that she cried in front of…
♥ To every guy that holds hands with her…
♥ To every guy that kisses her with meaning…
♥ To every guy that hugs her when she’s sad…
♥ To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all…
♥ To every guy who would give their jacket up for her…
♥ To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe…
♥ To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes…
♥ To every guy that would give his seat up…
♥ To every guy that just wants to cuddle…
♥ To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what…
♥ To every guy who told his secrets to her…
♥ To every guy that showed how much he cared through every word and every breath…
♥ To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one…
♥ To every guy that believed in her dreams…
♥ To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them…
♥ To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams…
♥ To every guy that walked her to her car and opened the door…
♥ To every guy that gave his heart…

♥ To every guy who prays that she is happy even if he’s not with her anymore…


I guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this because they care more about their image.

You may not be her first


"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes u happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there." – Anon.

You will give in to me … tattoo expo 2011





You will give in to me
I will bend and break you
contort you so you become my fantasy!



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