I'm doing the whole physical thing at a clip of about every two years. Each time I wonder, will this be the time he puts his finger in my butt? Well, yesterday's appointment came and went, and I report no penetration. Every time, the tension is greater. I mean, when I realized that he was going to skip over that portion, I admit that the dominant emotion was relief. However, I mean, and this is a delicate matter, I mean, there's a reason for it, right? But...I can't exactly make a request, you know? But if there's something going on in there...which I don't really think there is...but that's why you check, right? Oy.
To be on the safe side, I'm only going to eat salad and berries for the next 24 months.
WFL?
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I got a physical a few weeks back. No penetration, but the jewels were juggled. He told me they were "fine" and that I should probably start self checking. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I self check all the time and have a much more effective technique.
So anyway I think I'm going with salad as well. Either High Noon or to my favorite buffet joint SOHO.
Lost looks pretty good tonight.
yeah, as most of you know, i had bunghole penetration recently and out of no where! they really just need to warn you before they do that sort of thing.
today is microwave chicken tandoori trader joes. i want a high noon salad though...that sounds so much tastier.
I have never had the... er... penetrating exam. BUT I used to have this crazy roommate who went to this crazy doctor. She rode horses (WARNING: do not let your daughters grow up to be horsechicks, as all horsechicks are inevitably certifiably batshit insane) and had problems with the adjustment of her spine and tailbone. Anyway, the Dr. used to adjust her spine by putting his hand in her ass and adjusting that way.
So. On to WFL... right now I'm noshing on some baby carrots and hummus (does anyone even eat "regular carrots" anymore? It seems like we're all too lazy to even peel a carrot. No wonder we're such fat asses...). However, I don't think this is going to especially satisfying. I think I want a salad from somewhere. LaChoi is trying to convince me that High Noon isn't that far away, but it really is. I might hit the abp. Or, just make do with carrots.
Sigh.
no offense, but subway skeeves me out. i mean, perhaps it's my strong sense of smell, but every single subway from here to timbuktu smell EXACTLY THE SAME. that fetid yeasty odor just makes me wanna hurl.
bon appetit csr! ;-)
La choi I'm with you on subway. The smell is horrible and ridiculous. Do you think Jared's house smells like that?
I made a change at the last minute and got my old favorite the ham & chicken club from "Best Sandwich Place" on K street.
i wish i could magically transport a high noon salad to my desk right now.
The cous cous is so tasty though with the carmelized onions... mmmm...
I'm still hungry.
sigh.
i wanna eat again! soooo hungry...
Went to ADA’s on Wabash. Remember that place, Jo? We went there with GL once and they had a gazpacho. “How’s the gazpacho?” Waitress: “It’s really good, if you like cummin’.
No gazpacho today. I had a medium salami (they also offered soft and hard salamis) sandwich on light rye with pickles and brown mustard, slaw, and a bowl of chicken matzah ball soup. My buddy, Ryan, ordered pastrami on an onion roll with kraut and mayonnaise, and the waiter says “So, do you just want to order a Rueben?” and gives Ryan a TOTALLY befuddled look. Ryan says, “No, just pastrami on an onion roll with kraut and mayonnaise.” And the waiter says, “Do you want it hot?” Ryan says, “Sure, whatever.” Waiter says, “So, the onion roll…or do you want a Rueben?” And Ryan says, “I don’t like rye bread or Russian dressing, and I don’t want cheese, and I want pastrami instead of corned beef.” The waiter, “Well, the kraut will be cold, because it gets heated when sandwiches are grilled.” Ryan says, “I don’t care what the temperature of anything is. I would just like pastrami on an onion roll with kraut and mayonnaise.” (Mind you, the menu suggests a “build your own” approach to deli sandwiches and indicates that each of these requests is an option.) The waiter gives him such a strange, puzzled look and says, “Ok, we’ll see what happens.” and walks away. I said, “That’s odd thing for a waiter to say.” Everything came out fine. My soup was excellent, if not orgasmic, and I'm certain that I have a prostate full of salami.
would you consider "prostate full of salami" a double entendre?
as for me, i am onto my second lunch of the day. headed down to breadline only to find that the cous cous (that pumpkin ate in front of me, which suddenly gave me a craving) was gone. drat! i had to go to ABP and order one of my favorite wraps: fields and feta wrap. that tomato basil paste is the shit! mmm mmm good.
Damn. I didn't even see that one. My sense of homoerotic humor is waning. That can't be a good sign.
Cold sauerkraut is gross.
I just tried to write an entendre-filled comment on how I'm still hungry, but found it too challenging and kind of dumb. I'm too hungry to be crafty and sexy. I'm also tired. I'm so tired that if I were given the option: Food or Nap, I'd easily choose nap.
But, since that option isn't on the table, I want food. But, as LaChoi pointed out, breadline is closed. There's abp, but at this late hour, the salad selection is nearly nonexistant, and my fat ass can't take anymore sandwiches.
Today sucks.
ethics, you could just order what i did (fields and feta wrap) and just not eat the bread part...it's really just a salad wrapped up in lavash.
I know.
I should have had the chicken salad.
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