Into the dark corridoor

Imagine a Gynecologist. One of those freaky seedy ones that have their molesty fingers and monstrous gleaming teeth.

Lips curled into a sneer as droplets of salivation drip from his lips to land on a stained poorly buttoned shirt. Definitely one of those guys with their thin hair combed back in a pitiful attempt to cover the sign of early balding. Don’t even get me started on his shoes, all black and shiny. Almost as if they had some sort of cleaning disorder, and spent their Friday nights in front of the fireplace in a rickety old rocking chair. Rocking back and forth.Polishing and Polishing.

Rock.Rock.

Polish. Polish.

Then there was his eyes, wide and bloodshot. Tiny blue hued circles engulfed by widening black pupils. Sags and bags would underline his sunken eyes, whose eyelash length rivaled that of Madonna.

His tall, lanky build made his footsteps seem like he was stalking, always stalking, with long wide light footsteps. Creeping behind you, and lurking behind every corner, hiding behind a chart attached to cold, hard plastic.

“Welcome my dear…”

He would say in a hissed tone, I swear I detected hints of lust, or perhaps he was just hungry. I wouldn’t blame him, he surely looked like he was missing a feed.

I gave him a slight nod and entered into his musty smelling room, light by a single flickering light bulb. I gulped and sat down in a dusty chair, just when was his last patient? 1970? I’d guess 1970, by looking at the faded picture of a kombi van behind him. A dismal attempt to brighten up the place.

He sat in his own, overstuffed chair, its dirtied filling spilling out over split seams. I assume it used to be white. Emphasis on used to be white. Now it was an off grey, almost black. With every slight movement he made, fleck of what I hoped to be dirt would flake off. Although, I swear I saw some of these ‘flecks’ take flight, fleeing the room through the small crack in the air vent high up on the wall. If only my escape were that easy.

My eyes lowered to the name on his desk. ‘Dr Ventura.’ Interesting name, reminds me of Ace Ventura, although if I recall Ace Ventura was a bright friendly chap. The complete opposite of this Troll-like being.

“Now my dear….we have your test results….”

He began, tapping a pen on his desk, giving me a hungry smile. Definitely hungry. I was tempted to pull out the gum that had been wedged in my pocket for the past few days and throw at him, then whilst he was distracted I could perhaps make my getaway. I sighed, and waited for him to continue.

Tick, Tick, Tick

A full two minutes passed before he continued, was that silence on purpose? Or did he fall into some sort of a micro sleep? Surely he’d be old enough to have waltzed with the dinosaurs.

“You will need…a….how shall I say this…Laparoscopy…” he grinned again, followed by a wink. I did not know the intention of a wink. But. I know what Laparoscopy is.Surgery.

Again.

I gave a nod followed by a wave of my hand, signaling that I didn’t’ really care, nor was I phased by this news.

I think I heard Dr. Ventura growl, he clearly felt the stabbing agony of defeat. Perhaps he fed off of fear? Off of worry? My apathetic reaction surely did not please him.

I giggled, the tides had turned. I leaned forward, hands on desk as I flicked a stray cockroach away from me. “Goodbye Dr…” I sneered, as I backed away, and left his dismal office. As his door shut behind me I heard his anguished cry, followed by loud bangs. He was angry, maddened by the thought that he had lost his next victim, too bad for him that this fantasy, this daydream was over.

I looked ahead of me, to see a clear bright corridor, it smelt faintly like frangipanis, and every so often a smiling nurse would pass me, giving a small nod of acknowledgement. I had passed through the gates of another world, another form of hell and had lived.

Because I had the inner strength to do so.
Take that Dr. Ventura.




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Now, in all honesty, I’ve been in and out of hospital, I did have to see a gynecologist, but he was much, much nicer and friendlier. I DO have to have a Laparoscopy, and I’m not really worried about it. Compared to what I have gone through lately, it seems like nothing. Wish me luck all.
I’m hoping to have the blog reformatted soon, perhaps after surgery~

A Little itty Piece of me in May

This Month I have a few things to say for it is May~

As we walk along the shores of life we leave pieces of us scattered, and fragmented in our wake, both physical and emotional.

This Month;

I like Storms

Fierce and unsuspecting, unrelenting powerful forces from above as the skies reach out to touch the earth, its spindly fingers desperately reaching out to mother earth, for affection for a hello and perhaps for a warm touch, Yet unbeknowst to the storm, it is too powerful and its touch brings naught but destruction across the land that it so lovingly adores~

I don't like: Being Alone~

That feeling, not fear, but dread. Unmistakable and undeniable, as you reach out to those you love only to find that you have naught but yourself. You try to stwin against the currents but they're too strong, they say when it rains, it pours. You become drenched, cold and wet. All you want is to be held by the one you love, so you call out only to be answered by your echoed voice. It is then, that you know you are alone.

I want you to know: Kate, I will steal your Iced Coffee

The horrendous price of asking to move in with your older sister, and all her gay housemates. There is a toll on the fridge sweety and I, the monster will consume it all!

I've Planned: To look after my Altar better

Being a Wiccan, I have an altar one I used to look after everyday but recently with my depressive slump it has been a little neglected, I will fix that quick smart! Candles, insence and cleansings ahoy~

I want to say to someone special: I look forward to the rest of my life with you, Brandon.

I can imagine us fighting at a grocery store over what sort of cheese we'd buy, and the ever increasing prices of milk. Don't worry my dear, we will stock up before the expected great milk shortage of the 2020's!

By the end of this month: I will be on my girly germs

So I will need chocolate, rest, a plethora of various painkillers and medication to keep the cyts at bay. A warm bed and someone to hold. Since I have no one to hold near me I shall attack my cat. Perhaps I should become a crazy cat lady. I hear their pay is quite good, then again the source was unreliable, as she was screeching at me and then proceeded to throw felines my way.

I caught one and took it home.

We now have two cats.

True Story.

Storm Picture by angrygibbon.deviantart.com
Alone Picture by esparrow.deviantart.com
All other Images are sourced from Google and belong to their respective owners~

Ice what you did thar, fountain of brown goo

As I said in my last post, christmas shoppping over and done with. *celebrates*

Yes Kathryn, hate me, hate me like a worm hates the shovel which splits it in two, hate me like the worm hates itself for falling in love with it's 'other half' forgetting they were once the same non sentient being.

I am slowly getting back into the groove of things, slowly giving myself more time to sit down and attempt to write a blog entry, no longer everyday mind you. My poor little brain just can't cope with that. It's too busy focusing on how to escape my skull.

I find myself wanting the presents I buy for other people, and yes for those of you whom watch the Community Channel I do realize that Nat has recently Vlogged about this, that girl just Vlogs about everything, not that I mind I enjoy watching her alone in my dark room. I'm just saying I ain't copying, this was in my head for a while now.

Well, it was in my head ever since I bought my two little sisters their presents. Now, they know what their presents are, and if they don't and read this blog, then they do now. One of them is getting an ice shaver, the other a chocolate fountain.

Now I have to think to myself, why should my sister's get fancy food making machines, when I could be the one sitting there in a bathtub full of rose petals next to an oozing fountain of glorious dark brown seductive goodness whilst shaving ice to make myself a nice cold beverage?

I then realized both items were powered by electricity and probably couldn't do that unless I wanted a side order of electrons and a SHOCKINGLY drastic death.

I guess my point here is that I find myself buying far more extravagant things for other people than I do myself. I just can't find the willpower to spend the money on myself, yet when it come sto a sibling, a friend or even my own damn spoilt cat I find myself emptying my wallet faster than a girl empties a room full of gender confused nerds.

This isn't an interesting blog, hoo boy no, that should be coming soon, when I am not at work. It's just a little piece of food to help keep Billy Bob alive and well.

BIlly Bob, I love you. May you grow up to be big and strong one day.

Take care of your Billy Bob.

This shall only be a short post, to prove to you all that I am not dead, that and I do not like leaving a blog unupdated for too long, the Blog, or Billy-Bob as I have now decided to call it needs to know that he is loved, like all living things your very own Billy-Bob must be well looked after and maintained.


So I Have decided to create the 'how to look after a Billy-Bob' guide, for all you bloggers out there, then perhaps one day your Billy Bob will grow up to be big and strong.

Step 1, you have just recently aqquired your Billy-Bob, you're excited and want to feed him posts, but be careful now, you don't want to feed him too many at once, I've seen cases where some people feed him 10 posts in a day, and that's a little too much, we don't want our Billy-Bob to be fat. That, and Billy-Bob also absorbs all the information we give him, so if we give him too much, he just might turn out to be a cocky teenager come his later years in life, and who wants an angsty Billy Bob storming around the place smashing plates?

Step 2 While you shouldn't feed you Billy-Bob too much, you also can't underfeed him Billy-Bob is a fairly low matainence pet at times, sometimes he will demand a post a day, other times he is quite satisfied with two maybe three a week. It all reflects on you, after all, your Billy-Bob will end up inheriting all your traits. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!

Step 3 Ok, you have had your Billy-Bob for a while now, so of course you want to show him off to your friends and family, nay, the entirety of the world! That's fine, Billy-Bob's LOOOVE attention, the more you give them the happier the little critters are. Although before you do show him off to the world make sure you give him a bath, perhaps prune him of some useless clutter, another thing I find, is that some people's Billy-Bob's are filled with a lot of nice little glittery shiny baubles and bingdatts, but too many of them can be a little overwhelming, remember you want people to admire Billy-Bob for who Billy-Bob is, not what Billy-Bob wears!

Step 4 Keep Billy Bob free of any viruses and ill-will, we want our Billy-Bob's to be clean healthy and shiny with a soft coat.



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So there you have it, follow those 4 Basic steps and Billy-Bob will be as happy as a fat kid with cake. And like all girls, I could sure go for some of that cake, and would probably tear it away from his stubby little fingers and eat it all to myself.


Because that's the way I roll Baby~

Updates and stuff

Ok, so two blogs in one day, Giggity.

Now not many of you may have noticed but I have been sitting here for the past three or four hours trying to get my blog looking a bit better, I've sat here a fiddlin' and a fuddlin' refreshing and refreshin as I attempted to see the new blog themes and settings.

I think I went through about 20 different themes and variations till I sat on this one, and I am still working on it too. So don't mind the mixy match up of this blog for now.

I got to fix the subscription and RSS feeds, I also need to fix the top part, the squares are meant to flow nicely but they don't. Ugh HTML you and I could never have a deep and meaningful relationship. For you are too complicated and needy, I am simple. Thus, we broke up.

Anyway...

I guess I should talk a bit about my advanced movie screening that I saw on the weekend with my little sister Katie, Coraline. I bought munchies... SIX BUCKS for ONE BAG of malteasers

MALTEASERS....SIX BUCKS

Movie theatres, they get the majority of their money from their food, too bad the screening was too early for any shops to be open. Could have saved myself a good $4. I got to go with my good friend Olli, I love ya Olli.

Now, back to the movie, Coraline. The screening was in 3D and I was very impressed, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I hadn't seen a 3D movie for a good five years.

Now I hear that Coraline was based off of a book, but I have yet to read it so I can't really compare the two.



I liked the movie, Although I don't recommended i for young kids, since it does have a few 'horror' elements. Then again it was based off of a horror novel so you have to expect that. The songs that were played during Coraline were absolutely enchanting, mystical with an innocent melody. That's the sort of thing a lot of movies are missing these days, good soundtracks.

The 'alternate world' Was incredibly bright and appealing, and the 3D only enhanced this effect. I did expect a little more depth from the movie but overall it was a good experience, I got to spend the day with my little sister, who I usually enjoy hanging out with.

All in all, bare with the weird updates and such as I attempt to get this theme workin~