Cool Paramite, you're not cool. You're a cunt.

So, it's all done. We made the funeral arrangements today. It wasn't as horrible as I had expected it to be. Making the arrangements, I mean. We decided on cremation because neither of us could stand the idea of Zoe being alone in the ground some where, cold and alone.

Also, we'll both be getting memorial tattoos for her, and a bit of her ashes will be mixed in with the ink so that we can carry her with us for as long as we live. As hokey as it sounds I really dig the idea of being...

Dorian was 8 months pregnant. Things were going great. No gestational-diabetes, amazing fetal growth rate/movement, and what sounded like a good, strong, healthy heart.

Yesterday afternoon Dorian mentioned to me that she hadn't felt little Zoe move at all in about a day and a half. This would be generally alarming for any pregnant woman, but especially for Dorian, since Zoe was such a little mover and a shaker.

Long story short, my baby is dead. Her heart apparently...

Had my neurology appointment today, though it was more of a meet and greet.

I'm scheduled for a battery of tests and scans next week, but it sounds like I'm suffering from chronic migraines, and possibly petit mal seizures brought on by said migraines. Although tumors/legions are apparently still a very real possibility.

As a result, I've been prescribed the anti seizure medication Topamax, which also apparently works wonders in the ole' migraine department. ...

So, in keeping my life interesting, it looks like I've been suffering from petit mal and some sort of atonic seizures that are only effecting my hands.

The best part? I'm scheduled for a whole shit ton of cranial scans and appointments with a neurologist. Well, that's part of the best part. The best part of THAT part, is the part where said neurologist is not a part of my insurance plan, so I'll have to pay the deductible. Which is twenty.five.hundred.fucking.dollars.

...

I've kept a personal journal for a long time. It covers the past eight years, I'd say. I actually sent it out to quite a few publishers. And was rejected by all. All but one. When I called, the cunt I talked to told me what I sent in was 'under secondary review'. Whatever the fuck that means.

It's a journal, but it reads like a collection of short stories.
I'll share one of my favorites with you. Tell me how much you dislike it.
Also, in copying and pasting [fuck...

Seriously, the movie was so bad I wanted to walk out. Sadly I was past the point of getting my money back, so I braved the cliche-storm. I should have left, money back or not.

First things first: Fuck Jesse Eisenberg, and fuck that melon-headed uggo Emma Stone. Why? Jesse is another Michael Cera. Except uglier. Call me old fashioned, but the whole mumbling-mono toned-socially awkward-skinny-nerd thing just does absolutely nothing for me. Cera and Eisenberg CAN'T FUCKING ACT. Now,...

I was pretty sick when I wrote this. Enjoy.

I was sick at work today. When I woke up, I felt like bad news that
no one wanted. But that's okay. Anyway, before I woke up to get up
because the alarm clock was going off, I woke up because I thought
the alarm had never gone off.

So I jolted up, shook my head, mumbled, and went back to sleep. Six
thirty finally came. My alarm went off. I was up, dressed, and half
way ready for work by...

Dorian is about four months pregnant. We're getting married in Vegas on the 24th of next month. I will be shipped out to Air Force basic training one month after that. They will put me through school. I will be a PA and make goody moneys. I will stay with them for twenty years, then retire so I can live on a boat, drink beer, and never cut my hair or shave my face for the rest of my life.

Woo

As my license is still pending, I've taken a job with an evil corporation.

I have my own cubicle.

The pay is decent, but my co-workers are fucking morons. Other than that, life is currently mediocre.

Anyway, here's the new toy: