call the doctor. ...not that one.

hypothetically, wouldn't it be sad if you found yourself desiring to stumble upon evidence of someone you don't talk to anymore. with whom you wouldn't even know what to say to for fear of not knowing what to say?

yeah. late nights make you bold on the internets.

really, really bold.

hypothetically, of course.

...

zombie flu anger.

i blame resident evil
last night, i had one of the most disturbing dreams i have ever had.

my belly button fell out, and i was fighting time and disgust to try and keep it in.

that's pretty much my dream in under 20 words. i'm still in shock because it was so bizarre. for some reason, i had an outtie....that kept on popping out. much like a slinky or a stupid "can of peanuts", but you know....not fun. during my entire dream, i ran from friend to friend with a hand over my stupid belly button and tears running down my exhausted face.

when i woke up this morning, the first thing i did was to make sure my innie was still an innie. i've done some googling on the subject and found several penis enlarger ad ridden dream dictionary sites that seem to be experts on the subject (dreams, not peni). so, i'm either going to get divorced/break up with my significant other, i'm pregnant, i'm close with my mother, or i'm not connected with my natural self. considering most of these don't apply, i guess it's time to find myself. again.

don't panic, but i'm about to go apeshit over prescription drugs.
swine flu. oh my god. are you scared yet? because if you aren't, fox news has apparently not done it's job. i'm just slightly annoyed. it's important to be current on world events, but it's also pretty important that the media doesn't lose its shit when people are already anxious and seeking preventative information. however, the primary reason i'm ruffled is because the doctors or whomever who treated the five year old boy (first case in mexico) gave him amoxicillin. they gave amoxicillin to someone with the flu. what. the. fuck. a five year old, nonetheless. i have a major bone to pick with folks that prescribe antibiotics without thinking of the consequences of resistance...you know, thinking of the consequences of prescribing a drug that will have absolutely no fucking effect on some kid with the flu unless he has a concurrent infection.

i'm mostly pissed off because this reminds me of how some antibiotics, including penicillin, have zero effect on me thanks to a doctor who misdiagnosed me. for six months. when i wasn't insured. thanks, doc.

/end angry eyes and heavy breathing

let the cupcake eating ensue!!! :)

where's waldo?

since about january, i've been working almost 50 hours a week. my brain is wrecked. though i've managed to run almost every other night, which is a nice change. but i don't even know what to write about. though, i might actually start writing a book....we'll see.

anyways, i'm alive, my friends. i'm alive. just tired.

xo,
cricket.