Yes I went to the doctor today. It all resulted in a thinner wallet, a new gel splint, and appointments for Physical Therapy (cause god knows the weekend I spent sitting on my ass left me forgetting how to walk).
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Ugly naked guy is wearing tighty-whiteys tonight
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
They can all fucking bite my ass.
I call to make a claim on my Personal Accident insurance policy and get told no payment has been made on the premium since last July. I would bring this up with the people who’ve automatically been deducting payments from my paycheck, but no one is answering the phone.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Ive been sitting on my ass too long. Didn’t even have a real weekend, stuck in the apartment the whole time with my fractured ankle.I may lead a quiet life normally, but this is fuckin ridiculous.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
i warn you, I’m hardley eloquent, or for that matter legible, at this hour in the morning. Or any hour in the morning.
I’m beginning to think they run a demolition derby outside my apartment every night. If possible, I prefer to sleep with the window open. But at those times, I hear the loudest crashes, screaches, and roars. Of course if I actually drag my lazy butt out of bed to see the wreck of the Titanic, there is nothing out there. How can anything make that much noise and not be in pieces.
For that matter, how can any city never stop. They say New York is the city that never sleeps. Well bullshit. I visited New York just a year ago now, and at night time, things got noticably quiet. (granted I was on the 27th floor). But downtown DC, which on the weekends becomes a ghostown complete with rambling sagebrush, during the weeknights could make a auto factory seem like a quiet little campground.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!