every minute i'm not watching cable is money wasted.

just got back from the annual lady-parts doctor and even though it was uncomfortable, painful, and totally awkward (she wouldn't even dim the lights), i am very, very happy.
once again, my bits look great. i have the cervix of a 12 yr old boy. wait....what?
i also got a perscription for the nuvaring so i can get off these fucking anti-baby pills that are making me fat and cranky. huge and cranky. chubby and irritable.
AND AND AND!!!!! and we discussed Tubal Ligation. for the dummies, that means gettin the tubes tied.

my doctor told me there shouldn't be any reason why she wouldn't do the surgery for me. fuck yes.
i have a consultation appointment next month where they will pretty much grill me why i don't want children. easy enough. i have 8,349 reasons why i don't want brats. after that, i bet we'll make an appt for the surgery, and i'm child free. forever. i'm so goddamned excited.

here are some words i like saying: bunk beds. ringworm. tank top. punk rock.