happy cinco de mayo! which, here in new england, means "hey, may's been going on for five days already, let's get hammered!!" it's like st. patrick's day, when "everyone's irish." suddenly, the whitest white people in the world are celebrating the victory of the mexican army over the french. ah, the excuses we use to drink on weekdays...
so 43 days and counting. i haven't left the house yet today. i suppose that makes me a lazy bum. sometimes i have to remind myself, though, that i'm recovering from a major illness, not just watching spongebob in my parents' basement huffing orange clean. although that doesn't sound so bad right about now. i guess even though my laziness is justified, it still remains, in truth, laziness.
so after work tomorrow we're having a class in nioxin, which is a hair-growth-stimulation type of product. i find this funny, considering my own baldness. i have a wicked temptation to rip off my wig at the woman in the middle of her speech and shout, "BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR ME???" i guess i'm the only one who'd find that funny. and i guess it's not the nioxin lady's fault that i'm bald. people just don't think cancer jokes are funny. like when i went in for my pet scan, and they asked me to sign the consent for the radiation and sugar injection, and i said, "sugar?? i'm on atkins! can you do it with splenda?" not one chuckle.
of course, i'm not, nor ever have i been on atkins. i really laid into a friend about it, which i felt kinda bad about. but you know what? people need to get some damn sense. any diet where eating a pound and a half of bacon is good for you, and eating an apple is bad for you, is mighty f-ed up. want to lose weight? eat less and exercise more. i know from experience.
anyways, that's enough of me.
wanna fight?
