Consistently inconsistent

Anyone who knows me well, knows that my brain is full of random crap all the time.  I can go from a deep religious conversation to "bunny!" quicker than a crack whore goes down on a guy for a 20.  I never know what to blog about because I can't pinpoint what I want to say.  My blog topics could range from personal issues, work, my family, my man, a movie I just watched....anything.  I've started and deleted so many blogs I've lost count, but I'm keeping this one.  This one even has such a random title...but there's a story behind it.  I actually have pink cocoa in my cupboard at this moment.  It's in a cute tin, which I bought years ago in Texas for my daughter, and it tastes really good...light and almost creamy.  Also, I love pink things and chocolate.  Almost anyone with a vagina, and feminine men, loves pink and chocolate...

However, when you start to read my blog, you never know what it's going to be about.  It can be sweet and innocent or totally inappropriate...but that's how I am.  Everything about me is completely random.  I seldom censor myself, unless I'm working and sometimes not even then.  I have a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and you either love me or hate me; there's no middle ground.

I am truly grateful for the few who do love me...they've seen me at my worst and still come back.

My brain is changing gears...
There is really a rabbit who lives on the ground of our apartment complex.  I see him almost every day and am tempted to start saving veggie scraps to feed him. 

I miss my dog, Roxie.

I have the most incredible man in my life.  I swear I'm not just saying that because I think he'll read this.  I can totally screw up and he still loves me.  Most days I feel that I really don't deserve him, but I'm so happy I have him.  He truly is the love of my life.

Think I'll go make some chicken n' stars soup...

Ass-burgers...

Today was the day; my ass and throat were severely violated, though not at the same time and not with the same equipment.

I was not gang-raped, though I was heavily drugged and there were several people in the room.  In fact, they could've shoved anything in me and I would've never known.  Maybe that's why my bowels feel like they've been tied in a sailors knot.

My doctor didn't find anything out of the ordinary except the fact that I have 'wiggly bowels'.  Apparently my innards didn't agree with things being inserted and kept clamping down on the tube.  He wasn't able to check the last 6 inches of my colon because of it.  I had a hard time coming out of the drugs and when I got back to my recovery room, I was in so much pain from being filled with air, I was in tears.  Of course I couldn't leave til I blew ass.  I felt so sorry for the nurses...

My man was with me the whole time and has taken such good care of me today.  He's amazing and I adore him.

I have a follow up on the 5th...we'll see what new meds I get put on this time.

Sunday comes afterwards...

Rebecca Black...wow.  I swore I wouldn't say anything about her, but for Pete's sake, she's just a kid having fun.  People have told her to get an eating disorder, kill herself, etc.  Really?  She's an effing 13 year old kid!

As I type this, I'm prepping for an upper gi and colonoscopy tomorrow.  Yea, that means today was the 'colon blow'.  Clear liquids all day, no food, mass quantities of laxatives...I'm not even shitting anymore, just peeing out my ass.  It's possible, trust me.  My man even came in the bathroom while I was on the toilet and I didn't even care, which is really unusual for me.

Next random thought - why don't the cable companies make a channel with just Family Guy and Spongebob?  I'd be totally happy with that.

Oh, and alien butts are super cute.