noonday drunken ramblings

What is it about pain that triggers the waves of self-pity? Or maybe it's the traumatic nature of the injury more than the pain? (I mean, you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I suppose one could consider slicing your flesh open to be pretty traumatic--nightmarish even, if you replay it in slow-motion in your head, which I seem to want to do). One can soldier up all they want to during the stitches and cleanup, focus on how they're getting home or arranging the time off from work. But left alone with nothing to do (and I mean nothing, pretty much all physical activity is now limited) it's like the brain goes into overdrive.

And honestly, shouldn't pain make you happy? All those endorphins running around? Masochists (and Catholics) seem to think so. Dammit.

I have...there are stories after stories in my head and I can't type long enough to do anything more than edit. Though of course, if you're curious, vodka works better than ibuprofen and tylenol for pain relief. 3 in the afternoon? Pish. (Imagine that sound with kind of a drunken slur to it). I have porn to write! I think my scale of physical damage is a little screwed...4 stitches is hardly major, even if I have narrowed down the reason that my mind wandered at just the right/wrong moment to do this.

Men suck.

Unless they're involved in CSI mudwrestling porn fic, in which case, they are awesome and do not disappoint. And they strangely remind me of Sparrington. I need my Photoshop back so I can make miniskirt icons too...in a miniskirt licking another man's neck...perhaps animated so we can all relive the hott.

And now to get Kittie to write me some PORNS.

WTF?

Texas Once Again Has Its Head Up Its Ass

WTF??????


Texas allows you to drive with *open* cans of beer in your car, as long as the cops don't see you drinking it. I just want to point that out.

It also outlaws sodomy and clean air, and allows anyone with a permit to walk around with a loaded weapon.

But getting drunk in a bar is baaaaad