hi there!

this is my diary of cancer. not in a sad, depressing way. in a kick ass interesting way that lets peeps know how i am, what i'm going though and how i make it better, more fun and lot less serious. yeah, it sucks. sure i'll be sick. but in the end life is short and rather than hold hand and sing prayers, talk about how i'm an inspiration or some heavy stuff...lets have fun. talk about the cool shit i make to get me through this, the crapball movies i watch (because netflix is only so big) and fun stories about the "c" word and what it really is like. i share this all because a community of peeps fundraised so i can still be here. so this how i let them all know how i'm doin', when i'm not high on painkillers that is....just kiddin.

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Monday, October 31, 2011

dream dates.

somedays i think its funny how different my ideal dating, love, date situation is from middle america and well, most of my friends. i watched some sandra bullock movie that i think was supposed to be romantic. but then i get turned on watching bob villa, so hey, maybe i just dont get it. guess not.

other women:

the date.


























dream date.















where the magic happens.
















the pantydropper.















bringing the romance, yo.


















me:

the date. ( insert sigh here.)















dream date.

















where the magic happens.






















the pantydropper.

















bringing the romance, yo.
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  1. undercover catererNovember 3, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    For me, bringing the romance would be him doing my laundry and putting it away while I had the time to take a shower. Nice one. Glad you're well.

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