February 2012
People unfollow me cause of my kidney stone problems. y u no wanna hear about how much I pooped this morning?
this one time I stumbled across a feminist’s blog who posted a picture of her thighs covered in her vaginal blood and I thought that was disgusting. I can’t help but wonder what kind of remarks she would have made to a man who posted a picture of his thighs covered in semen because he’s proud to be a man and likes to show off his man-jelly.
in nine minutes I have to get off the toilet which sucks because I already am a nervous pee-er (which means I always feel like I have to go potty before long road trips, as soon as I mount for a lesson, whenever a toilet is not on the handy…) this is going to suck.
oh, and a fifth time.
why do you people follow me? LOL
pooped four times since 6am. my colon is in heaven and my urethra is in hell.
stupid kidney stone making my belly hurt and making me all pee-constipated. I’ve pooped three times this morning but my bladder refuses to pee D:
The worst part with substance abuse is it gives me the munchies.
Except if it’s the best kind of substance abuse. Which it’s not.
Hoping Addie will be rideable by the time we get to the new barn! His leg is almost back to normal, but he’s still a bit swollen on the medial side of his left hind (seems to be primarily behind the cannon bone where the suspensory is, hoping it may just be coincidence because there’s no concentrated area of swelling which is what a tear/pull usually shows). Hoping the vet can come out...
if you're posting pics of cigarettes on fb
and put stupid cute captions like “best sight in the world” of twelve fucking packs of cigs (and that’s not your ONLY picture of cigs on the floor)
your mother has not threatened you sufficiently enough.
If I ever have a loser of a child of this type I will take away everything they care about. No joke.
This also goes for girls who have more pictures of their tits/ass than...
A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
My manager is begging me to stay at Old Navy
So I’m going to make sure it’s okay that I dye my hair whatever color I want.
I’m going to ask for a raise.
And I’m only going to work Sundays (cause I’ll be done by nine) and I’m going to make sure it’s okay with him that I can request off multiple Sunday’s in a row for horse shows. Or when I want to go see my lover Moo! Or my biffles!
I think he...
