This, kids, is why you should never make your heating pad mad

I felt I should give you guys an update on the skin eating alien life form growing of my leg burn I got a couple weeks ago from my homicidal heating pad.

Day 16:

Does it look like it hurts? YES. IT DOES.

I have kept it covered with antibiotic cream on it since I got it. I made the mistake of putting one of those cool “protects the skin while letting the wound breathe” clear bandages on it. I took it off last night and it seemed to rip off the outermost layer of NEW skin. Yeah. I know, I’m a Dumbass.

I think I’ll stick to good ole sterile gauze and tape.

I do need help though. I am not sure if I should leave it uncovered so that air can get to it. I know that it needs air to heal, but I am afraid of little germs and aliens getting it infected. And that whole “I’m a Diabetic”, thing… as long as my leg doesn’t turn black and fall off, I’m cool.

In other news.

Master Wog and I went out to dinner with a friend of his and his wife. Met them once before, got along well. Turns out the guy is pretty cool good ole country boy, likes his beer and steak. The wife, on the other hand, the biggest racist bigot I have ever met in my entire life. She had me so flustered and embarrassed at dinner, I wanted to get up and run out of there as fast as I could.

I refuse to discuss some of the fucking things she was saying. Just because you are an ignorant piece of shit, doesn’t mean that I share those feelings. And I damn sure don’t appreciate you discussing how much you hate every person who doesn’t look exactly like you. You poodle haired, redneck, ignorant, piece of trash. My dogs are smarted than you, and they lick their own asses.

Not only am I from Savannah and NOT a racist, my new cousin, Brooklyn is half black. And, Catie and her BLACK boyfriend have been together for almost 7 years. And I LOVE him, like he was my own brother. I wanted to start going through my camera and showing her pictures of the baby and telling her how beautiful Brooklyn is. Then I wanted to punch the shit out of her. So, I quietly sat there, finished off a couple more pina coladas, and left.

When Wog and I got to the car, I looked at him and said, “baby, that will never fucking happen again. I refuse to go anywhere with her.”

She made me sick. Stupid bitch.

I told Jess that I wish she would have been there. She could have set her straight and I could have been the muscle. When things got out of hand, I would have rubbed my burn on her and told her she was infected with Alien Jizz.

Take that.