badbadzoot's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saddam thinks Clinton is A-OK! wowsers...... the stories are hot today! This guy is just SICK. He looks like a freak too. Must read if you have any morals. Saddam likes Doritos, but dislikes Froot Loops. Who knew? Oprah snubbed. Oh boo hoo. Some dumb over-priced luxury store turned Oprah away because they were closed and then they apologized for being closed. BIG WHOOPDEE DOOO DAH. Oh don't cry Oprah, it's not the end of the world. They'll re-open tomorrow! I wouldn't have apologized. Oprah is a customer just like any other person. If I was working there I would treat her with the same respect I would give all my customers: "Get lost! We're closed! Can't you read?" Soooooo I saw Dr. Cuteypants-Who-Is-Married yesterday, for the last time, sigh. He took a look at my scar- it's healing nice, we talked for a few minutes and he said he's sorry for it, but it's not necessary for me to see him anymore. boo hooo. I'm genuinely sorry, really. He's a really nice guy and a great doctor. You rarely find those to adjectives together describing one doctor. He did say something that totally took me off guard. He said: "Zoot, will you marry me?" oh jeez, no that wasn't it! He said that my scar would take up to 2 years to heal completely. Say wha??? 2 FREAKIN YEARS? Thank God I don't wear itty bitty bikinis. Oh well. I will miss you Dr. Cuteypants-Who-Is-Married. I do dread seeing my gastroenterologist though. Dang that's a long word. How bout I just call him Dr. Evil. I don't like him. He's not nice. But I suppose he's a good doctor. I see Dr. Evil next month, and he is going to be mad at me and ask me all sorts of questions, like "where the heck have you been?" and "why haven't I seen you in over a year?" WELL Dr. Evil, if you actually CARED you would have called me YOURSELF to see what was the matter after I cancelled 3 DIFFERENT APPOINTMENTS!! poopyhead. wow, that was juvenile. Hey lets talk about people who drive cars with handicap stickers. NOT handicap drivers, I'm talking healthy people that have nothing wrong with them driving cars with handicap stickers that belong to a loved one who is NOT in the car with them. That was a looooong sentence. Well that's my gripe for today. This morning while driving to work, I pulled onto the interstate and this really really fat guy in a tiny car whips up behind me and is tailing me on the ramp to the interstate. I give him a funny look in my mirror. I think he saw it because he backed off. It's a good thing too, cuz I was about to let my birds out of their cages. Once on the interstate, he whips around me real fast and passes me like a flaming idiot. That's when I noticed the lovely handicapped sign on his license plate. OH GREEEAAATTT. Like I believe he is really handicapped. Maybe he's mentally handicapped, in that case he shouldn't be on the road. WHAT A FREAKING IDIOT. What makes me mad is when perfectly healthy people abuse someone else's handicap sign. THAT PISSES ME OFF. AAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'm sure you understand what I'm getting at. Dang it, my stupid underwear is giving me a crotch wedgie (I have on boy-short-girly-underwear). Have you ever experienced one of those? Well guys aren't able to. And if your a guy and you have had a crotch wedgie, that makes you a weirdo. Or a hermaphrodite. no pictures today. I haven't had time. I was gonna make fun of Oprah, but I was busy this morning with ACTUAL work. Go figure. I still need to take a pic of my scar. I feel the need to just flash that image for everyone to see. Yeah! Maybe I will have a special gift for you tomorrow! Until then folks! 1:20 p.m. - 2005-06-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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