[The doctor lifts up a baby and it cries.]I love her lack of enthusiasm at having just giving birth. And speaking of Fry and his mother, that one new episode "Game Of Tones", I enjoyed. I actually cried at the end.
Doctor: It's a boy. And look at that red hair!Mr. Fry: You sayin' my son's a commie?Commentator: [on radio] And Grote leans into the pitch. It hits him! The Mets win![Mrs. Fry cheers.]
Mrs. Fry: This is the happiest day of my life![The doctor puts the baby on her lap.]
Doctor: Here's your baby, ma'amMrs. Fry: Yeah, OK, thanks.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Quote Of The Day
From "Luck Of The Fryish", when Fry's mother gives birth to him:
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Random Thoughts
I am starting to really feel shitty after that fight the other day. I don't feel bad about anything I said; I just feel bad about fighting in general. The worst thing I said was I told my mother she sucks to talk to. She told me she doesn't want to tell me what I am. That has been bothering me. What DOES she think I am? And the fact that she came at me not once, not twice, but three or more times.....that really upset me. My trust in people, including family, is extremely thin right now. This just put a giant crack in it. It is going to eat at me for a long time.
After crying enough tears to fill a small swimming pool before going to bed on Tuesday night, I woke up on Wednesday, hopped on my bike, and put Pitbulls and Parolees on (yeah, for reality, it's actually a really good show) and right when I put it on, they were putting this beautiful white pit down because she was so riddled with cancer. I didn't think it was possible for me to cry anymore, but oh did I. I had so many tears pouring down my face, it was ridiculous.
And my neck is still bothering me. Assuming it is from when I had a panic attack, I don't know the hell I did, but I really strained something. All I know is I was physically shaking and crying really bad during and after the fight, I went into my bedroom, sat down on my head and just really let loose in crying. And then I started to hyperventilate and I was rocking back and forth and trying to get myself under control. Don't know what I did during that time to strain something. It seems to ease up once I take Advil and put some heat on it. But then I go to bed and wake up with increased pain all over again. The pain is more intense when I try to move my head to the left. My anxiety levels have been sky high the past 2 days with thoughts of what else it could be causing the neck pain. And add that into feeling really lousy from fighting and I am just a wreck.
After the fight, I went to the store with my sister and I was able to return the probiotics without a problem. I am so disappointed; I really wanted them to work. Now it's back to the old reliables.
So I checked on this MGMT status that some kid had posted a sarcastic comment on and everyone was losing their fucking minds over it. If it wasn't obvious that the kid was being sarcastic, then damn, folks. And the kid even admitted he was sarcastic and people were still losing their minds over it. Clearly, when you are a true MGMT fan, you are also illiterate. And I have been waiting for it and finally that dumbass I talked about before left a comment (by the way, his last name is Weber). I swear, if that kid makes one more "you are to mainstream" (sic) comment, I am going to hunt him down and put my foot up his ass. That boy needs to take a seat forever.
I like when I go on their Twitter page and whenever they post something, someone, usually a tween girl, will just post "I LOVE YOU". Yeah, you're following them, I would hope you do. Ugh. And then the ones whose user names end with one of their last names is just creepy. Have I ever combined my name with Andrew's last name? Of course I have. I couldn't call myself a proper stan without doing so. But it was just for the fun of it. I said it in my head. I would never write it down or say it out loud or anything. And it actually has a pretty nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.
Their performance on Letterman was good, although I think Andrew could have sang a little louder. I thought his glasses were pretty funny. I wonder if he still isn't allowed to play the guitar yet or what. I read an article yesterday reviewing the new album and damn, Andrew looks good in the picture. But I am not sure why people are saying he hasn't aged. He certainly has. I am not saying he looks like an old man or anything, but he definitely does not have as much as the baby face he used to have. No way. You can't look at this picture from back in the day and tell me with a straight face that he still has the same exact face and hasn't aged at all. But whatever, I'd hit it no matter what. Even if one day he woke up and decided man, I have decided I want to become a women, I'd still hit it. Man, I can't wait until that album comes out. Also, whatever happened to them announcing new US tour dates? I thought they were supposed to do that last month. And why do I have the feeling I am never going to get to see them live again?
After crying enough tears to fill a small swimming pool before going to bed on Tuesday night, I woke up on Wednesday, hopped on my bike, and put Pitbulls and Parolees on (yeah, for reality, it's actually a really good show) and right when I put it on, they were putting this beautiful white pit down because she was so riddled with cancer. I didn't think it was possible for me to cry anymore, but oh did I. I had so many tears pouring down my face, it was ridiculous.
And my neck is still bothering me. Assuming it is from when I had a panic attack, I don't know the hell I did, but I really strained something. All I know is I was physically shaking and crying really bad during and after the fight, I went into my bedroom, sat down on my head and just really let loose in crying. And then I started to hyperventilate and I was rocking back and forth and trying to get myself under control. Don't know what I did during that time to strain something. It seems to ease up once I take Advil and put some heat on it. But then I go to bed and wake up with increased pain all over again. The pain is more intense when I try to move my head to the left. My anxiety levels have been sky high the past 2 days with thoughts of what else it could be causing the neck pain. And add that into feeling really lousy from fighting and I am just a wreck.
After the fight, I went to the store with my sister and I was able to return the probiotics without a problem. I am so disappointed; I really wanted them to work. Now it's back to the old reliables.
So I checked on this MGMT status that some kid had posted a sarcastic comment on and everyone was losing their fucking minds over it. If it wasn't obvious that the kid was being sarcastic, then damn, folks. And the kid even admitted he was sarcastic and people were still losing their minds over it. Clearly, when you are a true MGMT fan, you are also illiterate. And I have been waiting for it and finally that dumbass I talked about before left a comment (by the way, his last name is Weber). I swear, if that kid makes one more "you are to mainstream" (sic) comment, I am going to hunt him down and put my foot up his ass. That boy needs to take a seat forever.
I like when I go on their Twitter page and whenever they post something, someone, usually a tween girl, will just post "I LOVE YOU". Yeah, you're following them, I would hope you do. Ugh. And then the ones whose user names end with one of their last names is just creepy. Have I ever combined my name with Andrew's last name? Of course I have. I couldn't call myself a proper stan without doing so. But it was just for the fun of it. I said it in my head. I would never write it down or say it out loud or anything. And it actually has a pretty nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.
Their performance on Letterman was good, although I think Andrew could have sang a little louder. I thought his glasses were pretty funny. I wonder if he still isn't allowed to play the guitar yet or what. I read an article yesterday reviewing the new album and damn, Andrew looks good in the picture. But I am not sure why people are saying he hasn't aged. He certainly has. I am not saying he looks like an old man or anything, but he definitely does not have as much as the baby face he used to have. No way. You can't look at this picture from back in the day and tell me with a straight face that he still has the same exact face and hasn't aged at all. But whatever, I'd hit it no matter what. Even if one day he woke up and decided man, I have decided I want to become a women, I'd still hit it. Man, I can't wait until that album comes out. Also, whatever happened to them announcing new US tour dates? I thought they were supposed to do that last month. And why do I have the feeling I am never going to get to see them live again?
Friday, August 23, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Quote Of The Day
From "Neutopia", after everyone's genders are reversed:
Hattie: Now I got a what-ya-call-it instead of a kajigger, you stupid what-ya-call-it!I love Hattie and her nonsensical words for things.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
FML Part 6
I got into a pretty heated argument with my mother earlier. Once again over how I am sick and tired of her comparing my problems to hers. She claims she does not. She's a fucking liar. And three or four times she came after me and I grabbed her arms and held her back. I probably could have easily have knocked my mother out and while it was extremely tempting, of course I did not.
Many times when I get pissed off, the amount of anger that runs through me terrifies the hell out of me. Sometimes I want to laugh thinking how people assume I am this timid little chicken and how much I would surprise them if they pissed me off enough, even though it is not funny at all. I would never go after someone unprovoked, but if someone were to try to harm me or something, I am a little afraid of what kind of damage I could do.
I feel like my mother stopped short of telling me she despises me. My sister says she doesn't, and that she worries about me all of the time, but you wouldn't know it after the argument. After we stopped screaming at each other, I ended up having a panic attack and I think I seriously strained something in my neck. It hurts really bad. Of course, now I am worried it had nothing to do with that and that it is actually meningitis. Although honestly, right now, I would welcome meningitis to kill me. I would like nothing more than to go to bed and not wake up ever again.
My FWA was whining on Facebook that why is it called morning sickness when you have it all day wah wah wah. As if she never needed enough excuses to leave work early before; now she'll probably use her pregnancy as an excuse to leave early constantly. Listening to women who choose to get pregnant whine about their symptoms is like someone drinking a bottle of vodka and then whining because they are drunk. Or someone eating every single item at a six course meal and then whining because they are full. And then everyone started in with the comments about this old wives tale and that old wives tale and oh she'll make such a great mother and other vomit-inducing drivel. She still doesn't even have a properly functioning car! The thing breaks down half of the time she drives! Priorities! She doesn't have em! JFC, my period needs to come. ASAP.
8:20PM: Neck still hurts, I'm nauseous. My brain is taking advantage of that, and add in the multiple mosquito bites I received the other day....now I am worried I have West Nile fever. The meningitis fear is still lurking as well. I've been analyzing every spot on my body for petechiae or purpura. I've been constantly taking my temperature (no fever). Something needs to be done about this. I need to get that advance directive completed before I completely lose my mind. And I think I have reached the point that I do not need a clinician to tell me I have hypochondriasis.
Good god. I wish I had some vodka.
9:01PM: Finally resorted to taking a single Tylenol PM to maybe knock me out for a little bit, or at least calm me down.
10:15PM: Pill has done NOTHING. I feel like scratching my skin off.
Many times when I get pissed off, the amount of anger that runs through me terrifies the hell out of me. Sometimes I want to laugh thinking how people assume I am this timid little chicken and how much I would surprise them if they pissed me off enough, even though it is not funny at all. I would never go after someone unprovoked, but if someone were to try to harm me or something, I am a little afraid of what kind of damage I could do.
I feel like my mother stopped short of telling me she despises me. My sister says she doesn't, and that she worries about me all of the time, but you wouldn't know it after the argument. After we stopped screaming at each other, I ended up having a panic attack and I think I seriously strained something in my neck. It hurts really bad. Of course, now I am worried it had nothing to do with that and that it is actually meningitis. Although honestly, right now, I would welcome meningitis to kill me. I would like nothing more than to go to bed and not wake up ever again.
My FWA was whining on Facebook that why is it called morning sickness when you have it all day wah wah wah. As if she never needed enough excuses to leave work early before; now she'll probably use her pregnancy as an excuse to leave early constantly. Listening to women who choose to get pregnant whine about their symptoms is like someone drinking a bottle of vodka and then whining because they are drunk. Or someone eating every single item at a six course meal and then whining because they are full. And then everyone started in with the comments about this old wives tale and that old wives tale and oh she'll make such a great mother and other vomit-inducing drivel. She still doesn't even have a properly functioning car! The thing breaks down half of the time she drives! Priorities! She doesn't have em! JFC, my period needs to come. ASAP.
8:20PM: Neck still hurts, I'm nauseous. My brain is taking advantage of that, and add in the multiple mosquito bites I received the other day....now I am worried I have West Nile fever. The meningitis fear is still lurking as well. I've been analyzing every spot on my body for petechiae or purpura. I've been constantly taking my temperature (no fever). Something needs to be done about this. I need to get that advance directive completed before I completely lose my mind. And I think I have reached the point that I do not need a clinician to tell me I have hypochondriasis.
Good god. I wish I had some vodka.
9:01PM: Finally resorted to taking a single Tylenol PM to maybe knock me out for a little bit, or at least calm me down.
10:15PM: Pill has done NOTHING. I feel like scratching my skin off.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Quote Of The Day
From one of Adult Swim's commercial thingies, apparently some computer was created in Scotland that produces sexist jokes or something:
I like my men like I like my acorns.....buriedI laughed way too hard at that. It's not the first time nor will it be the last time I laughed at something inappropriate. One time I read this story in the NY Daily News about this blind guy who had his tandem bike stolen and there was a part where it said the police told him "the truth is you will never see this bike again". I guffawed. And then I felt really bad.
Random Thoughts
After my 11:30 snack, my back turned red and itchy. I wonder if I am allergic to something, which is making me really anxious and now I feel itchy from head to toe.
And speaking of itching, I went outside earlier because I was going nuts being in the house and within a few minutes, I was bitten about 5 times. So I [angrily] went back inside. And while I was in the bathroom, I happened to look at the back of my right calf and there was a HUGE bite right at the top of the Achilles tendon area. It had to be at least 2 inches wide and 1.5 inches in height. It was disgusting. I wanted to throw up when I saw it.
And speaking of gross things, I had a big blister on the top of my foot the other day. And even though I know it's a really bad thing to do, I couldn't resist- I pressed on it. Son of a bitch squirted water everywhere. Then the skin came off. I have been keeping it clean with alcohol (holy mother of God does that hurt to pour on! But it's the only thing I trust) and Neosporin, but I am really anxious that it will get infected. And earlier it was hurting and I said something and my mother says "don't start". My family will never get OCD, hypochondriosis, whichever it is.
I did find out that I can return those probiotics, even though they are opened. I really hope they are what is causing this bloating and that it will go away when I go off of them. I haven't felt this fat and miserable since I was on birth control. And I am wondering if by chance, they have something to do with the itching. Sure, allergic reactions can spring up overnight, but it's weird that this started after the pills. Note to future self- the next time you consider changing probiotics, do not. Just stick with the Spring Valley acidophilus.
The weather has been great the past week. And now it's going to get hot again. I think it will only last a few days, but I want this nice weather to stick around. Forever.
I was reading about different hurricanes last night and one article said that Hurricane Sandy was the second costliest hurricane in US history. And it made me wonder- she did so much damage and this was without the tornadoes hurricanes and tropical storms can spawn. I think I remember reading that if it was not for the cold weather and low/limited instability, the tornado threat would have been huge. How much more damage would Sandy have done if she had spawned tornadoes? Would we have surpassed Katrina in damage costs? I hate to think about it.
I am dreading one night that the news will report a hurricane hitting us. All that damage last year. I was just down Seaside this past weekend and so much of it is back. The whole boardwalk is pretty much back, minus piers, some of the bathrooms, and the ski lift. And still nothing on whether the Beach Bar is going to be rebuilt. I hope it is; I liked that place. The food was good. The Beachcomber has good food, but I liked the food at the Beach Bar better. Saturday we ate somewhere else and the food.....meh. Probably won't eat there again.
I wasn't particularly happy about going down. It was a nice day, but I kind of had my fill of shore food and cheese in general for a little bit. Not to mention on our way down, my father starts to make a left hand turn while a car is coming, my mom yells at him, and he says "I have the right away!". Uh, no you do not. My mom kept yelling at him and finally he admits that he was wrong. And then still can't accept he was completely at fault and says "oh well the other cars were slowing down!". That's not the point, old man! My father is turning into a goddamn road hazard.
Okay. I have been to Wildhood and Seaside three times each. Now maybe I can finally get to Ocean City, goddamn it! I want Manco and Manco pizza! Plus, I always get Dairy Queen when I am there. I can get DQ at Wildhood as well, but I am a huge fan of Hassles Ice Cream Parlor and I'd rather have that. Not that I can't get DQ at the mall, but I try to avoid that mall as much as possible.
And last but not least, my boys are going to be on Letterman this week! Thursday, I think. Yay!
And speaking of itching, I went outside earlier because I was going nuts being in the house and within a few minutes, I was bitten about 5 times. So I [angrily] went back inside. And while I was in the bathroom, I happened to look at the back of my right calf and there was a HUGE bite right at the top of the Achilles tendon area. It had to be at least 2 inches wide and 1.5 inches in height. It was disgusting. I wanted to throw up when I saw it.
And speaking of gross things, I had a big blister on the top of my foot the other day. And even though I know it's a really bad thing to do, I couldn't resist- I pressed on it. Son of a bitch squirted water everywhere. Then the skin came off. I have been keeping it clean with alcohol (holy mother of God does that hurt to pour on! But it's the only thing I trust) and Neosporin, but I am really anxious that it will get infected. And earlier it was hurting and I said something and my mother says "don't start". My family will never get OCD, hypochondriosis, whichever it is.
I did find out that I can return those probiotics, even though they are opened. I really hope they are what is causing this bloating and that it will go away when I go off of them. I haven't felt this fat and miserable since I was on birth control. And I am wondering if by chance, they have something to do with the itching. Sure, allergic reactions can spring up overnight, but it's weird that this started after the pills. Note to future self- the next time you consider changing probiotics, do not. Just stick with the Spring Valley acidophilus.
The weather has been great the past week. And now it's going to get hot again. I think it will only last a few days, but I want this nice weather to stick around. Forever.
I was reading about different hurricanes last night and one article said that Hurricane Sandy was the second costliest hurricane in US history. And it made me wonder- she did so much damage and this was without the tornadoes hurricanes and tropical storms can spawn. I think I remember reading that if it was not for the cold weather and low/limited instability, the tornado threat would have been huge. How much more damage would Sandy have done if she had spawned tornadoes? Would we have surpassed Katrina in damage costs? I hate to think about it.
I am dreading one night that the news will report a hurricane hitting us. All that damage last year. I was just down Seaside this past weekend and so much of it is back. The whole boardwalk is pretty much back, minus piers, some of the bathrooms, and the ski lift. And still nothing on whether the Beach Bar is going to be rebuilt. I hope it is; I liked that place. The food was good. The Beachcomber has good food, but I liked the food at the Beach Bar better. Saturday we ate somewhere else and the food.....meh. Probably won't eat there again.
I wasn't particularly happy about going down. It was a nice day, but I kind of had my fill of shore food and cheese in general for a little bit. Not to mention on our way down, my father starts to make a left hand turn while a car is coming, my mom yells at him, and he says "I have the right away!". Uh, no you do not. My mom kept yelling at him and finally he admits that he was wrong. And then still can't accept he was completely at fault and says "oh well the other cars were slowing down!". That's not the point, old man! My father is turning into a goddamn road hazard.
Okay. I have been to Wildhood and Seaside three times each. Now maybe I can finally get to Ocean City, goddamn it! I want Manco and Manco pizza! Plus, I always get Dairy Queen when I am there. I can get DQ at Wildhood as well, but I am a huge fan of Hassles Ice Cream Parlor and I'd rather have that. Not that I can't get DQ at the mall, but I try to avoid that mall as much as possible.
And last but not least, my boys are going to be on Letterman this week! Thursday, I think. Yay!
Sunday, August 18, 2013
The Awesome Of The Day
My local alt rock radio station is going to play new MGMT on their new music show! Finally! Something other than "Kids" and "Time To Pretend"! I'm so excited I could pee!
10:30PM: WTF? Are they going to play it at 10:57PM or something? Then again.....why not save the best for last?
10:39PM: *shaking and crying* FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I want to go watch the video. I like the part with the singing skeletons. And the creepy guy in the Hawaiian shirt eating a banana. And the poster with puppy Ben and Andrew (LOL- nice name and contact number there, boys). And the old creepy guy in the pink dress. And the singing dolphin. And the fetus that reminds me of Look Who's Talking. And when Andrew has the blue shirt on with white polka dots and flowers. Damn, he looks good in that part. I like his hair pretty much any way (except the times it was really short and DEM CURLS were practically nonexistent), but it's perfect there. Dammit, I just love the whole bizarre ass video.
10:30PM: WTF? Are they going to play it at 10:57PM or something? Then again.....why not save the best for last?
10:39PM: *shaking and crying* FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I want to go watch the video. I like the part with the singing skeletons. And the creepy guy in the Hawaiian shirt eating a banana. And the poster with puppy Ben and Andrew (LOL- nice name and contact number there, boys). And the old creepy guy in the pink dress. And the singing dolphin. And the fetus that reminds me of Look Who's Talking. And when Andrew has the blue shirt on with white polka dots and flowers. Damn, he looks good in that part. I like his hair pretty much any way (except the times it was really short and DEM CURLS were practically nonexistent), but it's perfect there. Dammit, I just love the whole bizarre ass video.
Quote Of The Day
From "Francine's Flashback":
Roger: Woah! Somebody had a big piece of grouchy pie this morning!Yeah. Me. I had an entire fricking pie! Also, this quote:
Hayley: Dad, I've never seen this side of you. It's so sweet!
Stan: Yeah, well if you tell anyone I'll kill you. (both laugh) I'm serious, I will kill you. I will reach into your chest, pull out your beating heart and eat it. EVERY LAST BIT! Well, sweet dreams, angel.
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