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Feb. 12th, 2007 12:34 amSometimes, I just have to talk about my hoo-hoo. I apologize.
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So, yeah. Drugs are bad, kids. Although my distaste for the pain pills has a slight upside - it's nice to have definitive proof that I didn't end up with that whole addiction gene. I've never had a problem with drugs or alcohol, but I've always worried a little about pills. I used to be far more militant about taking any sort of medication, but the endo won that battle a while back. And still, even with the needing them to function, I still hate them and feel no burning desire to stay on them.
And, because talking about pain pills makes me think of House - I spent the weekend watching the first season AGAIN just to recover from recent awful episodes. No lip from you people, by the way, about how dumb I am for watching something I don't even like much anymore. My mother still loves the show, so it's on my TV every Tuesday no matter what I do, and Hugh Laurie isn't someone I can turn away from easily. I do usually get up to make a snack when Cameron shows up, though.
Anyways. I decided that my favorite part of House's character is his unpredictable knowledge of various languages. So far, I can remember him knowing Spanish, Portuguese, Mandarin, and Hindi. I'm trying to keep an eye out for others. I like that he can be a curmudgeon around the world without hinderance.
I do wince every time I hear him refer to women as "fuzz", however. It's just too much for me.
I made a few other executive decisions about our house this weekend that I'm going to make my parents stick to, by gum. First up is no more aspertame in the house. I have no problem with drinking soda when I go out to eat or something like that, but I don't want anything with artificial sweetener in the house any more. I would prefer not to have MS, thank you very much. When it's here, I drink it. No more of that. And since I can't stand sodas with actual sugar in them, this conveniently eliminates soda from the house completely. Plus, Ari's drinking it more and more, which I'm totally not cool with.
I gotta stop being such a mom to him. I'm so awful with that.
Ari says feck instead of fuck, by the way. My dad and I were laughing like crazy the first time we heard it. Too much Father Ted, I think. I told him not to try that at school - they'll probably just hear him wrong and give him detention or something.
( click here for staggering amounts of TMI )
So, yeah. Drugs are bad, kids. Although my distaste for the pain pills has a slight upside - it's nice to have definitive proof that I didn't end up with that whole addiction gene. I've never had a problem with drugs or alcohol, but I've always worried a little about pills. I used to be far more militant about taking any sort of medication, but the endo won that battle a while back. And still, even with the needing them to function, I still hate them and feel no burning desire to stay on them.
And, because talking about pain pills makes me think of House - I spent the weekend watching the first season AGAIN just to recover from recent awful episodes. No lip from you people, by the way, about how dumb I am for watching something I don't even like much anymore. My mother still loves the show, so it's on my TV every Tuesday no matter what I do, and Hugh Laurie isn't someone I can turn away from easily. I do usually get up to make a snack when Cameron shows up, though.
Anyways. I decided that my favorite part of House's character is his unpredictable knowledge of various languages. So far, I can remember him knowing Spanish, Portuguese, Mandarin, and Hindi. I'm trying to keep an eye out for others. I like that he can be a curmudgeon around the world without hinderance.
I do wince every time I hear him refer to women as "fuzz", however. It's just too much for me.
I made a few other executive decisions about our house this weekend that I'm going to make my parents stick to, by gum. First up is no more aspertame in the house. I have no problem with drinking soda when I go out to eat or something like that, but I don't want anything with artificial sweetener in the house any more. I would prefer not to have MS, thank you very much. When it's here, I drink it. No more of that. And since I can't stand sodas with actual sugar in them, this conveniently eliminates soda from the house completely. Plus, Ari's drinking it more and more, which I'm totally not cool with.
I gotta stop being such a mom to him. I'm so awful with that.
Ari says feck instead of fuck, by the way. My dad and I were laughing like crazy the first time we heard it. Too much Father Ted, I think. I told him not to try that at school - they'll probably just hear him wrong and give him detention or something.
