You Would Not Believe Your Eyes. If Ten Million Fireflies…
the world is ending… i finally caved and bought a miley cyrus song. Party in the USA.
I decided upon said purchase after taking parm out for chocolate ice cream (of which he can have none cuz he’s a dog muhahaha) and it came blasting thru the sirius.
I did check with my peers to make sure it wasn’t too gay of me to buy it… after all, who above the age of 15 has really ever bought a hannah montana song? Parm seemed to like it, and I had the full blessing of (again) Preg-o Ame-o, so clickety click I went and it’s now on regular rotation in my ipod until I’ve played it 567 times and get sick of it (joining the recent outcasts the likes of Flo-Rida’s Right Round, I’m On A Boat, & Boom Boom Pow).
I don’t know what it is about that song, but damn it if you don’t just go “yeah, that’s soooo true… i DO throw my hands up when a britney song is on… oh yeah, JAY-Z too! I can’t believe she said that, I was just thinking ‘what if she said jay-z?!?!’”
I also rounded out my itunes shopping spree with the fireflies song. yeah, that’s right, i get a thousand hugs from 10,000 lightening bugs. check it.
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I’ve been going to my second last-gasp doctor dude for my elbow before surgery. this guy is a chiropractor (this makes “doctor” number five for those of you keeping count).
i had my 2nd appointment today, and I gotta say, it seemingly helps for at least a couple hours. now i know you’re thinking chiro =’s cracking of shit, but that isn’t the case. I’m basically paying a guy to stretch out my tendons because I’m too lazy to do it at home. the real bitch of it is he has this one thing he does where he sprays this really cold gel stuff on my arm, and then uses an ice scraper looking thing and drags it (hard!) against my arm.
i cannot begin to describe to you the pain. especially since there are all these little knots in your arm that you had no idea were there, and this guy is trying to smooth them out with a hard plastic squeegee.
today i stupidly said how i should probably be doing the same stuff to my other arm since it is headed along the same path (years of typing at a computer will apparently do this to you). of course, doc says “no problemo” and proceeds to do the ice-scraper-of-doom to my one good arm. I cried out “did I really just ask you to do this?!” to which he gleefully exclaimed “yup!”
sicko gets enjoyment out of it.
so here I am not even 12 hours later, and I have massive bruises (burn marks??) going up and down my arms. I’m assuming that it will be worse tomorrow, so I will share a photo with you then. Lord knows how I’m going to survive this when I see him again thursday (get this, I have to go 3 times a week!).
