Under my mask of trying to be socially acceptable, I dont have anything to say. I was never any good at being socially acceptable, so fuck that.
I saw a lady at the hospital today.
She was 51 years old, and of course, she wasnt pregnant. But she had a uterus the size of a basketball. It had been that way for two years, and she was fine with it, until it started feeling a little too heavy for her back.
Tough lady.
Anyway, we took it out, and played basketball with it. I mean, dissected it and sent it to the lab for a histology report. If you wanna sound all fakely clever and knowledgable to sound impressive to any trend-following sheep-I mean friends- u may or may not have, you can call it a "myomatous uterus".
Seriously, though, its a blast seeing all these weird crazy things happening around me, and of course curing them, as any good samaratin would expect me to say. My only compliant is professional politics. Ass kissing, and social hierarchy in the workplace. It wouldnt be a problem if I bent over, and just took it, but I'm pissing on any so called superiors, so there're a few minor problems cropping up here and there. Nothing tOo serious. But if life is a battle, then this is a bitch. Cause life isnt about having to fend off insecure pricks like that. I just cant wait to be over this crap. A few more months..just a few more. Hold on, Shaker
Later.
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