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Okay. So The Queen learned a very valuable lesson yesterday. You DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS. Obviously, everyone learns this lesson from the age of 5, when your father asks you, "What do you do if some strange man asks you to help him find his lost puppy?" And then, you so enthusiastically respond, "You kick him in his privates and say NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Well, at least that's how I learned. And so when a young woman (couldn't be any older than my older sister) came to my door yesterday and asked questions about when my mother would be home, questions about the other kids in the neighborhood...I did the completely WRONG thing to do. I answered her questions and thought nothing of it. I didn't think her out-of-state license plates were all that threatening. I didn't think that her black (with polka dots) galoshes (similar to these ) were all that threatening. I figured she was just another one of those annoying Youth For Christ advocates asking if I w...

I was wrong. But then again, who am I joking? I'm always wrong. Your arm doesn't feel like it's going to fall off from guardisil. Or chicken pox. It's the freaking tetanus shot that I didn't realize I got--at the time. Well, maybe I did realize it, although preferred to forget about. My arm feels like it's going to FALL OFF. I have this big lump where they stuck me with it, and then the other one I got on that arm is sore like hell. I don't remember which is which, but I think they said the chicken pox one and the tetanus were put on the same one because I asked them to put the lesser-hurting one (guardisil, I guess) on my right arm. I had my softball game on Monday night when my arms weren't as bad as they are now. Tonight we were supposed to have a double header, but as usual, a last minute thunderstorm rolled in. Prepare to see this if my arm doesn't feel better tomorrow: Although, it would probably be more up towards my shoulder. Oh, and guess w...

"Then they hold you down and give you the shot and you cry and you cry and they say, "there now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" but it is bad, Tommy, real bad!" -Chuckie Finster I went to the doctor's today...*insert cutesy little picture of me with a lollipop and a sticker.* Oh honey...I WISH it went like that. Yes, I got three of these lovely things. I got...chicken pox, something or other, and the lovely new one called Gardisil...with the funny commercials and the dancing and singing and "I WANNA BE ONE LESS! (ONE LESS!)" Bullshit. I wanna be one less girl that has to get this futhermucking shot. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a baby when it comes to shots. But let's just say they don't make me the least bit comfortable. When I was little, I was one of those kids at the doctor's office...yeah, you know the ones...the kids that SCREAM bloody murder when Nurse Brute approaches you with those suckers. Little as they are, they fe...