Friday, January 28, 2005

No boys allowed!

Just for shits and giggles I decided to take this online quiz called Which Vagina Monologue Are You?". (can you tell my down there has been on my mind lately?) Now, I was expecting to be the "Angry Vagina" because quite frankly I believe mine is rebelling against me. But no... my monologue is "Because he liked to look at it" described as "Your vagina, once associated with a chinese bowl, has become a place of infinite pleasure thanks to some much needed attention." And now are you happy vagina because you are the subject of many conversations and many blog entries? Because of you, I've been to the doctors four times in the last month and a half. Now you can't say I'm ignoring you!

Thursday, January 27, 2005

I really can't think of one

- Phil and I have been talking a lot lately this "six week sexless situation" may not be so bad... Perhaps I am saying this since it's only day two of the "six week sexless situation" but we are compromising if you know what I mean (nudge nudge wink wink)
- Funnily enough, the news got back to Phil's ex who cleverly put two and two together (don't ask). Apparently same thing happened to her and her current bf. Should I want to bond? This is so mortifying... she doesn't know much about me except for this!
- Attempted for the first time to bake creme caramel and they are DE-li-cious! I couldn't resist but lick my plate... cute I know.
- Got my new cell phone today... what a gadget, pictures, the internet, games, all of it and then some! It's so cute it makes feel silly how much I like it! It's new, it'll pass but in my defense Phil actually voiced the words "hey, I want a cell phone too now!". Coming from him, thats a lot. But what is even better is the kickass, cheap plan that I have (credits to Phil's bargaining). I have a whole year of unlimited calling!
- My obsession with rudely saying "your welcome" when someone doesn't say thank you to me is going to get me an ass wopin! I just refuse to stand there opening doors for people without a thank you. It makes people feel silly and rude and I like that. What... as if thats all I have to do in life is wait there and hold the door open for you! If I can train those people to say thank you the next time a stranger opens a door for them, mission completed: I'm happy! If there is one thing I will not tolerate is a lack of common curtosey.
- On a serious tone, the news tonight said that today is the day with the highest deaths of Americans in Iraq since Bush decided to go to war... I don't really know what to say to that... all I could do is drop my shoulders and be sad... it just isnt getting better now is it?

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Just trying to stay positive

Phil came in late from work last night and I told him what the doc had told me. He was ultra understanding and comforting. He is trying to keep a positive outlook on things and that's exactly what I need right now. Three days is long without sex so I can't even begin to entertain the thought of 6 weeks without it. I just don't want this to change our relationship too much, I know that things change and it can't all stay the same...

Monday, January 24, 2005

more girl talk

There's nothing worst then a waiting room. The name says it all "waiting" which implies that there is no doubt you will have to wait. There's a good kind of waiting; one when it is a good nervousness or anxiety such as waiting for your boyfriend to meet you somewhere for dinner or waiting to receive an email or package in the mail or waiting to take your flight for a wonderful vacation. But there's the bad kind of waiting also... especially when it's waiting for the doctor to tell you your "down there" is ill. Especially not when you've been waiting 1 month for the next appointment.
My "down there" area is just not getting any better. Just when I thought we were in the clear since neither my doc or Phil's doc called... I figured everything was fine. Fine it is not... my doc is trying to play the role of a father with me and it is totally pissing me off... he says he's a father before being a doctor but quite frankly I have a father and one is plenty! I can't seem to think of anything else today, I should be working on my assignment but I can't seem to concentrate. After today's treatment I feel like a two year old again, wearing a pad which feels more like a diaper... my glass is definately half empty (I hate being like that)!!!
I'm very upset right now... not quite sure what to make of this...