Restless Legs Syndrome: Quit Being a Pussy

Seriously. It's beyond pathetic. and no i'm not a Crazy Bitch, just a crazy bitch because apparently i have this Dreadful "Disease." ah, i remember back in high school on AIM at 2 a.m. when my legs would get all achey and i'd be like "oh hey, i should get to sleep, my legs are starting to hurt" and everyone was like wtf kaley. and i was like "what, you don't get that?" and then i started seeing the commercials about those Poor Souls whose legs feel funny at night. Clearly that means you have a Problem and require a Pill. it really says something about america, that there are websites and forums and medications dedicated to something as sad as "legs feeling funny at night." and yeah sometimes it gets so that it hurts and it's kinda hard to sleep, but still, NOT the worst problem to have. Not Even Close. i checked out some of thee said websites and am just so scarred from america's lack of knowledge of What Actually Sucks that i don't even want to talk about it. oh, your legs feel funny at night? Life is So Hard. at least you don't have voices in your head telling you to kill yourself, or AIDS or some real fucking problem.

On a different note.....forts sure are fun! I discovered you really can tell a lot about someone when your plans for Friday night are to make a fort (sober) with some friends. Yes, a fort. with blankets and pillows. And tea and Shoot 'Em Up, which scarred some of us for life and made me point out that I've known all along that carrots are truly evil. Anyway, some people (the people I consider to be Awesome) respond like so: "A fort? AWESOME! Can I come??!" and then they wear their pajamas and bring twine, because it is more helpful than you might think. Then there are, well, the Chad Beer-Pongers who are just Too Cool for forts, oh well, must be so sad to be dead inside.






I want one of these:







I've had the flu for the last week and spent a lot of time watching tv...a lot more than, say, at my old place where there was no tv, which i found i can live without pretty damn easily. (BLASPHEMY AGAINST THE AMERICAN WAY!) regardless, i have spent the last 7 days lounging on the couch sucking on Ricola (Rocolae?) and watching Family Guy, Seinfeld, Iron Chef (fuck yeah!) and whatever the hell else is on. two of my favorites were What Not To Wear and one of those shows about fighting on the discovery channel. Fight Quest? Yeah that's it. i really don't get why people have such a big problem with What Not To Wear. I myself am all about getting ugly people less ugly! we're the ones who have to look at them! oh, and watching guys voluntarily get the shit beaten out of them all over the world is pretty entertaining too. I'm watching this and i'm like, "only men would do this." if girls got together and were told to fight, we'd just end up telling our life stories and becoming BFFs. okay, maybe not, but there are admittedly fewer fighting women in the world, and as a chick who used to do (A LITTLE) martial arts, let me tell you, it sure does hurt to get punched in the boob.