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The Bestest Best Friend called yesterday, and we spent three hours talking about errant body hairs, shaving in uncomfortable places, periods, yeast infections, and urinary tract infections. It's amazing what us chicks talk about when the men folk aren't around.
Worst news ever, it turns out that the neverending occurences of UTIs and yeast infections that plague the BBF and every so often her husband turns out to be Chlamydia. They've been together for three years, so that means that they've been passing it back and forth for that long. I can say this with all certanty because she would never cheat, and he's not that fucking stupid because her mom would KILL him and bury the body in the backyard. It certainly explains some. YUCK. All I gotta say is that makes a perfect example of why everyone should get tested. Again, YUCK.
I woke up this morning to find a pad wrapper stuck to my back with kitty spit. I have to curb her craving for plastic before she chokes, or embarrasses me. She does the same thing with the plastic from cigarette packs. Just fishes them out of the garbage can like some sort of twisted raccoon and drools on it. Ick.
TODAY'S DIET:
Two pieces of toast, light butter for breakfast, skip lunch, and Arroz con Queso for dinner.
Hey, I can't give EVERYTHING up, can I?
Rattled Out By Queenie
at 4:19 AM