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Soo.. I was browing this place with funky pics... and I see this PIC with a website on the side.. I was like NO this HAS to be a spoof.



IT WASN'T!



Naked Air



ahahahahaha

My dad is SUPER protective of me.. like worries about me.. leaving me alone.. yadda.



Specially since AFTER my surgery..



Mark this on the Calender..



He went on a date..



He ISN'T coming home tonight.



NOT AT ALL.



I am shocked.. and in heaven.

I love being alone.



This is the first time I have been alone for probably OVER a year.





I am happy.. even though I am slightly traumatized. O.o

I just cut my hair..



No, I didn't go some where to get it done...



I shears.. and a comb... and said.. AH HA! I need my hair trimmed.



I took about an inch off.



Not to shabby.



That's the joys of being a hairstylist.. if you get a bug in your ass to trim... and there are shears around... It's gunna happen.

I am so excited!!



I got my books in the mail today!! YAY!!



I know.. I am nerdy. I can't help it.

The old background was pissin me off.

While I was changing it I realized...



This same day.. last year.. I was flat on my back with staples from my butt to the middle of my back.. laying in the hospital.



Wow.. I can't believe it's been a year since I was sliced and diced.



Come to think of it... It was about that time when that stupid fucking cunt decided that she needed my money more than me and started to rack up all my shit and open credit cards in my name.



Dumb Fucking worthless Cunt.



Ugh. Cunts like that make me sick.



People who have no morals make me hork.

Bah.

I have beaten the odds.



Last year on Oct 19th, 2006, a surgery left me pretty much useless. I wasn't able to do a lot of things by myself. I was using a walker to get around. I was feeling as though nothing in my life was going to be the same.



The doctors basically told me that they had no hope that I would walk again without the use of the four legged prop.



I flat out told them I would prove them wrong.

Before I left the hospital, I did.

I was moving by myself and doing things they weren't sure I was capable of doing.



Before I left the one doctor came to me and said, "You've proved me wrong on everything I said."



I winked at him and said, That's what you get for doubting me.



Now I can do it again.



My dad has a cane from when he had his foot surgery. He doesn't use it so it just sits there. I told him hand me that. He did.. and I haven't used the four legged burden since.



I've walked on my own around the house without putting it to the floor.



I began to do my own laundry for the first time within a year.



I feel like the person I used to be.



I am walking. And I am still proving them wrong.