Protected: Was this… a BINGO?
Oct 12th, 2007 Posted in Just About Me | no comment »Current Mood:
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originally posted privately to CF@LJ
My mom called to ask about how my dental appointment went Tuesday. It was just so they can do impressions, not a big deal. But they wanted to dope me up with that Valium stuff and something else that acts with the Valium stuff (dental fear+horrid teeth). So she wanted to hear about how that went.
So the thing is, I can’t decide if I had enough of it in my system or not (this is mostly relevant). I -somewhat- remember the dentist asking me if I had enough in my system for them to actually do any real work and I -somewhat- remember saying “Nooo”. I only remembered this after my roommie brought it up a day or two later. SO, the deal is, they want to double dose me for when they do actual work on my teeth. Told my mom all this and she thinks I had enough, that they didn’t wait enough because I actually didn’t remember a thing (actively) after they did the impressions. But I was thinking… if the dentist asked me and I said no, then… maybe it wasn’t enough? Anyway…
I was telling her that I was reading the side effects on overdosing on that stuff. Sounds like it doesn’t happen a lot, there’s some downsides to it, and I told her that the worst side effect was a coma. She she pipes up with something to the effect of “Or you could get pregnant!” to which I reply with “Ohhh yeah, that would be WORSE than a coma! I’d rather be in a coma than pregnant!” Because I was thinking… this stuff would make a good date rape drug (prolly related, much?) and I could easily be raped in that state, and that’s happened before, right?
Yes, I associate sex, rape and babies with each other. Yes, I need help.
Anyway… I think she said something which prompted me to say “I think I followed that up with an “Although, there is this really cute dental assistant guy…” (I rarely notice “cute guys”) but you know, I don’t care how cute he is, I’m not going to have his baby, damnit. I just have that brand of humor.
And she says “Actually I was hoping it would be from [Roommie]…”
WTF? So, not only do I NOT want to marry him (sorry I keep heaping the marriage shit on you guys) but I should have to be doped up and basically RAPED by my fucking roommate so I can get knocked up? (not that he would)
I’m thinking this may have been prompted by brother’s female thing having a possible pregnancy ’cause her period had stopped for awhile, then it just kinda came… so my mom like babies and kids and the last baby my brother was about to have (from a different female thing) died at 8 months in the womb, so my parents were ripped of their shiny title of Grandparents before they could stick it on.
SO, I’m asking for all y’all to send non-baby energies to my brother’s nether region. Honestly, I swear… please believe me when I say that any child born to my brother will not be a happy one and I’m not saying this because I’m a bitter childfree person. Bad people shouldn’t just have kids.
Okay, back to my empty husbandless/childless life! I hope the rest of you get knocked up because of fucking dope RAPE too! *waves cheerfully* ^-^
-Xeen, who feels sad now.
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