Thursday, January 4, 2007

Ew

I look gross my face is peeling off..I look like I am shedding my skin like a snake. Also, I have nice spots that look like freckles but aren't all over my face. Today as I was exiting the train station this old man goes, "YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS."...No, I'm not.

But thanks.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

My doctor is adorable

I thought I was dying...

So, I went to doctor last week and he told me to bring someone with me today to get the results for my bloodwork which obviously scared me. The day after i went to the doctor I went to the dermatologist and he thought I had anemia. I'm a mini- hypochondriac so I was telling everyone I was gonna die. I get to my little Dr.'s office and he's like "let me give you the good news first"...I'm thinking...I'm gonna die. After four pages of results that are normal he says okay we're done. He gives me a prescription for some multivitamin and a tester of Megace ES (which is given to Cancer patients to increase their appetite) and we're good to go.

I had some of the Mega after Dinner...i feel like I didn't eat dinner...so I served myself some cereal which I dropped all over the floor. I gotta take drugs to gain a pound...aren't you jealous? Don't be and besides the medicine takes like chalk and what I can imagine pee taste like together.

To be brief, I'm perfectly fine.

It never ends

Just for those of you who do not know me...in the past 3 years the place I live has become a hostel. A hostel for immigrants. I have nothing against immigrants since most of my family is part of this group.

So, for every year I have been away at college she has rented out a room to another person. So that is one, two, three people that are strangers living in my home, my hostel. We have a crippled super-Dominican who wears button-down beach shirts every single day open to the point where you can almost see his nipples. A nice Dominican lady in her late 30s who entertains men at some bar in NJ and cooks really good. Lastly, my favorite, my Grandma's brother's brother-in-law who is like 70 and is literally standing 4-feet away telling me how he wants to move to Argentina.

I kinda wanna shoot myself. Not gonna lie. I am sitting on the arm of my sofa facing the window with my back to him not only to ignore him but because it's the only place my Mac get's service. For some reason, he doesn't seem to notice that I am having a really impt conversation with myself. I actually signed up for this blog so I'd have something to do than sit here and talk to him.