so during my morning dump today, i tried wiping backwards. i couldn't do it; my hand froze, unable to move, sort of like when i tried to use chopsticks with my right (non-dominant) hand. i was paralyzed! so i ended up forcefully blotting my sphincter with that piece of toilet paper, and then trying to wipe forwards, but i had jammed the tp so hard up my ass that i tore it. and with the second piece, i wiped extra hard, forwards. maybe tomorrow i'll try wiping backwards again, but before i take the shit, i'll practice the motion a few times. and don't worry, i won't be teabagging anyone anytime soon.
so _hell's kitchen_ ended last night. i think gordon ramsey chose a worthy winner, although i was rooting for the other person. i was impressed at how both of them grew through the course of the show, especially with petrozza making that pumpkin horror as his signature dish in the very first episode. all in all, i enjoyed this season a lot, and i'll be watching if/when next season starts. if i'm ever down in LA, maybe i'll try to make reservations for the london restaurant and see if i can catch a glimpse of the winner in the kitchen.
dude, it almost went down again today. my new coworker I wanted to go to in 'n out, so we hopped in his car and went. on that road that leads to AMC mercado, we were in the left lane, and we tried to shift into the right one, but this asian dude in a business suit in the right lane rushed up from behind and cut us off. then, he gave us the finger! it was totally uncalled for! and after that, we both parked in the in 'n out parking lot, and he looked at us meanly and said something like "fucking driver." (i can't read lips that well, but i am sure he said "fucking.") and what do you know, he stood right in front of us in line! man, talk about tension. we outnumbered him 3 to 1, so maybe that's the reason why he didn't try to start any business with us. but anyways, he was a total asshole.
speaking of in 'n out, i'm going to boycott that place for a while. i mean, the burgers taste ok, but i never crave it, and after eating it, i feel sick afterwards. ok, maybe i overdid it today by ordering two cheeseburgers (animal style, of course), but yeah, i just don't enjoy my meals there. fortunately, my coworker I loves that place, so i bet he'll be clamoring for it in the near future.
so i saw my psych today. i told him that i wanted to try to cut down on my meds. so starting today, i'm going to try to switch to 2mg of haldol and 2mg of benztropine a day instead of 4mg/4mg. and plus, i'm going to try a few nights of not taking my 100mg of seroquel, which i've been using to help me fall asleep. i really hope i don't get insomnia. i think a large part of the seroquel is psychological, though, so we'll see. i just don't want to be dependent on drugs, and i fear for the long-term effects of being medicated on these powerful pills. the topamax, though, i'm going to hold steady (at 2x100mg per day), so i guess i'm stuck with having diarrhea for now.
so i watched the tila tequila 2 reunion show last night. i was really surprised at how bitter and angry and rude tila was towards kristy. (to sum up, in the end, tila chose kristy, but kristy rejected her because she couldn't commit to tila.) tila started cursing horribly ("you're a lying bitch!" "shut your fucking trash-hole!"), and she stormed off the set. it painted a really unflattering picture of her. oh well, it's too bad. it didn't make me feel sorry for her at all.
how does it feel to get a blowjob from a girl with a pierced tongue stud? i have no experience with that, but it doesn't seem comfortable, because it takes away from the softness and warmth of the tongue, and contact of the schlonghead with a hard metal object would seem distracting. plus, my great fear is that the girl would swirl her tongue in a way that the stud would find its way into the meatus (hole), and that would hurt like a mofo. *shivers* yikes! i already have big fears that one day i'll have to go to a urologist for a checkup, and i'll be forced to get that swab test. ugh. my meatus only goes in one direction! i do NOT understand sounding. (look up "urethral sounding" on wikipedia.) when i saw that viral video that circulated a while back, i was absolutely, utterly, and completely horrified. i swear, the thought of it made my schlong twitch and shrivel in fear.
yesterday marked my 11th anniversary of entering the full-time work force. yup. and 10 days from now, it'll be exactly 4 years since i've worked here at my current company. which means, i'll be fully vested, although my stock options are completely underwater. *RAAR* man, i should have sold as much as i could have when our stock hit 29. (fyi, it's hovering around 10 right now. painful, huh?)
does anyone know why wade robson hasn't done any couples choregraphy on _sytycd_? i know he did one opening group dance on one of the elimination shows, but that's it. it's too bad; i like his stuff. maybe he's busy or something. i think his dances are a bit more accessible than mia michaels' routines.
i've been gaining weight. i think the 4th of july bbq's really did a number on me, although i don't recall overeating or anything. i weighed in at 179.2 (with clothes on) on my psych's scale this morning. ugh. my watch is feeling a bit tight on my right wrist, so maybe it's time for another semi-diet. oh, and my psych has requested that i get some bloodwork done, so i need to schedule that physical.
these past two days, i've stayed at work past 7, so i've had a small dinner downstairs at our company cafeteria. but today, they're serving fried chicken. hm. not sure if i want to eat that. and it's only 6pm. do i want to stay? *wishy-washy*
ok, anyways, it's time to wrap this entry up. later, folks.