My Brother Is NOT Jimmy Marsden.

The weather here has evened out at about 50 - 60 degrees, depending on if the sun is out. Not horrible, but since we have had blizzards before in May, I'm not going to say it's over. Nevertheless, I went outside without a coat today. Yay that!

I saw my hip doctor last week. Everything is good!! The hip replacements aren’t loose or worn down yet. No surgery for awhile. They want to see me back in 2 years. I can go back to therapy. This means I will be in shape just in time to start wearing tank tops again. It may be vain, but I don’t care, my arms looked good last summer. Plus, since I converted half of the PT aides into watching Supernatural, at least the conversation won't suck. And I have my new Ipod to use. Not really excited about therapy, but I feel like I have grown as a person that I can even be not bashing my head against a wall at the prospect of it. Of course, my new found love of watching Deadwood may have turned my language more colorful than usual, and thus made me fit to never leave the house again, so therapy will be an interesting experiment in social interactions.

( Now a Better Late Than Never Update... )

Also, I am reading a book that I would like to talk about at some point, and I am about ready to start serial killing the neighbor children and summer vacation hasn’t even started yet.

Guess I’ll get to those in a different post.

That is all.

I Will Take This Future.

Alright, normally I do these things for fun when I see them around and then move on, but THIS...this I had to post.

I WILL TAKE THIS FUTURE.

Remember the "tell your future" game you used to play with your girlfriends in like 5th grade? This is the virtual internets version of that.

		I will marry Ben & Jen & Jimmy.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in the middle of the fucking desert in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 13 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a yellow Golf Cart.
		I will spend my days as a talent agent assistant, and live happily ever after.

So, um, yes that IS Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner and Jimmy Kimmel. Because, I don't know if you know this or not, but they come as a set. Together. It's trufax. AND I GET TO MARRY THEM! Hahaha, lest we forget, we live in the middle of the fucking desert. And I swear, I put "1" and "3" as options for the kids, but somehow I got the highest number that I put on the list. Also, WTF, we have 17 people in an apartment?! We better have some serious footage and sound-proofing in that place, especially with all the sex we will be having so that we can produce our 13 kids. I will NOT be driving my kids around in a golf cart, but I damn sure will be pimpin' that shit out and driving it myself. I kind of always wanted a golf cart. I GET TO BE LIKE LLOYD FROM "ENTOURAGE" - TALENT AGENT ASSISTANT - LOOK, LOOK THE GAME SAYS SO AND THE GAME NEVER LIES, except apparently for all those times when I was a kid. And for the record, I put "Hooker" and "Lay-About" on the list of jobs. I guess Jen will have to bear all of our 13 kids, since I will be busy having a job and all.

THIS WILL AMUSE ME FOREVER. Thank you, aythia for the entertainment of the evening,

WHAT WILL YOUR FUTURE BE, BITCHES?! <--I'm sorry, I have to stop watching "Deadwood".