- Mood:
Dazed - Listening to: x-ray dog, Lemon Demon
- Reading: list of what the government forces me to pay
- Watching: computer screen
- Playing: cc
- Eating: choco-bombs
- Drinking: Punch
Well, guess what? I woke up today feelin' fine for once and I go to brush my teeth, I look inot the mirror and what do I see?
A large, blackish, lumpyish growth of some sort on my clavicle.
At this point I'm going to say "Skin cancer", since it's part of my nature to assume the worst (Plus it's just a good general strategy for survival) Although a friend suggested that it might just be a blood blister, but I googled those and a blood blister looks smooth and crimson, this thing is either black or VERY dark crimson, and if i touch it too hard it bleeds a little, did I mention it's all lumpy and slightly misshapen?
I dunno, I'm kinda hoping someone out there knows more about epidermal conditions than I do, gonna go see the dermatologist monday, maybe tomorrow if they open on sundays.
Ok, well, now I'm just going to assume that this "tumor" isn't benign, what now? Chemotherapy? Ugh. Perhaps byt hte time I get to the doctors they'll inform me it's too late. Would I be missed? Maybe, for a short while, I haven't really had a chacne to make much of an impact on anyones life to have anyone mourn for long, but I'll be dead and gone, so I won't much care. Speaking of being dead, I'm blood type A positive, anyone who wants my organs, it's first come first serve here. Leave your name and address and I'll pencil you into my will. Also, there isn't really anyone in my immediate family I'd be willing to give all the stuff I do own, so I'll probably leave my computer, sketchbooks, art supplies, and DS to whomever wants to claim them. I meant, it's a free computer, with a nice graphics card, and it has Assasin's Creed on it, who would pass that up?
It's not like I haven't contemplated my mortality before, I've done that many, many, many, many times, considering how many times I've been nearly run over, fallen to my death, made to bleed prfusely in one way or another, or get eaten by wild animals, or snatched by the mudman monster that lived under the waterslide at my old hemopheliacs summer camp. One way or anotehr I'm going to die at some point, might as well go now and not have to deal with getting a morgtage and falling into debt by paying for school. I should probably start developing some sort of proufound maxim that people will quote from em after I die, I'll make sure I say just as I'm dying for greatest impact, like when that kid in westside story was all "Stay golden Pnyboy, stay....gold....gack!"
On the plus side, I'll finally get to meet god (or satan, although in my opinion, after all the shit in my life I've been through and the fact that I didn't let it turn me into a serial killer, I have frickin' EARNED my own wing in heaven) And I'll ahve a few choice words to say to him...her...it. Words like "what" and "the", maybe even a "Hell?" If for some reason I do end up in hell, you guys'll vouch for me right? Pay my bail, you know I'm good for it...
Now that thats all said and done, I'm gonna go live a hedonistic life style until I get to the doctors, then maybe depending on the prognosis I'll continue living that hedonistic life style until I die. Otherwise I'll strive to be a bit more conservative and wear sunscreen more often.
Peace out!