Is it wrong that my chiropractor mentioned his scrotum during my appointment last night?
Or that he was totally watching my mouth for an extended period of time after I had to lick my lips at one point in our conversation?
Dudes…you have no idea how these things gross me out. Not that he is unattractive in the physical sense, but he is intensely weird which makes him intensely unattractive.
Too bad he gives such good adjustment.
He is also The Old Man’s chiropractor. This, despite his occasional lewd looks down my blouse and the watching of my lips, makes me feel at least semi-secure in going there. I mean, he can fantasize to his heart’s content; but he knows that my old man is twice his size and would not hesitate to do some serious ass-kicking if he ever crossed the line with me.
Having a boyfriend who is six foot three inches tall and of Norwegian descent comes in handy.
In a lot of ways, actually. If you know what I’m sayin'. And I think you do.
I will change chiropractors, however, just as soon as all of the legal mumbo-jumbo surrounding The Halloween Incident 2008 has been resolved. After that incident, I needed a chiropractor. The Old Man was already seeing this dude and knew him to be a fine one, so I started going there. The OM of course had no idea the guy was a perv (and honestly, he still doesn’t really know the full extent of his perviness. I felt it wise not to divulge too much of this news, since I don’t exactly want the OM to go to jail on assault charges in the near future). I didn’t have any issues, at first. I knew he was odd, but there was no sexual innuendo being bandied about – not for a few months. Of course, I was extremely beat up and emotionally distraught for those months - not at my most attractive, I’m sure. Also, my brain wasn’t really functioning properly either, so maybe I just missed it back then.
In his defense, I have spent a lot of time in that office these past ten months, as you may well imagine. If he wasn’t so incredibly weird, we’d probably be close friends at this point. I have listened to him talk about his trials and tribulations (including the recent death of his father), so maybe he feels that I am a friend. And maybe that’s why the dude feels comfortable mentioning his scrotum in conversation…
In other news…
I watched Into the Wild again last night. How many times have I seen that movie now? Oh, I dunno…about one hundred and twenty-six, I’d wager. And yet, I still cried. Although, in truth, the tears were few last night since I wasn’t paying very close attention to the flick. I was simultaneously trying to edit the increasingly-annoying novel I am working on.
I think I may have to re-think the entire way the novel is set up. This is distressing, to say the least. I almost had a panic attack this morning while thinking about it on my way to work and I am not exaggerating in the least.
What I mean, essentially, is that I will keep the chapters, but re-order them. Also, right now, the book is in three sections. I may take the sections out and just combine everything.
AARRGGHH!!
I know none of this makes any sense to you, fair readers, but I needed to vent. Thanks for hanging in there with me while I did so (assuming you have hung in there, that is).
Anyway, to get back on track, here…I find Kristen Stewart to be rather annoying in Into the Wild. She has always been the only dark spot in an otherwise glorious film, in my opinion. Again, I have liked her in other films; but not this one and not at all. And oh, how The Old Man mocks her in that role…
I read somewhere that Robert Pattinson saw her in this flick and developed a crush and so was therefore excited about the prospect of playing opposite her in the Twilight movies. If that’s true, I have to seriously wonder about that guy’s taste.
In other, other news…
I am heading to Las Vegas this weekend, to get dirty and debauched with seven other women, including Dr. Niece and my redheaded sister. We even get to stay for free, because I go so often and gamble so much. Next month, The OM and I get to stay in Lake Tahoe for free, for the same reason (and my mother didn’t think my vices would ever pay off…pshaw!). If you do not hear from me by Tuesday, please send out the Saint Bernards.
Hey, I just watched The Hangover. I know how things can get…
Or that he was totally watching my mouth for an extended period of time after I had to lick my lips at one point in our conversation?
Dudes…you have no idea how these things gross me out. Not that he is unattractive in the physical sense, but he is intensely weird which makes him intensely unattractive.
Too bad he gives such good adjustment.
He is also The Old Man’s chiropractor. This, despite his occasional lewd looks down my blouse and the watching of my lips, makes me feel at least semi-secure in going there. I mean, he can fantasize to his heart’s content; but he knows that my old man is twice his size and would not hesitate to do some serious ass-kicking if he ever crossed the line with me.
Having a boyfriend who is six foot three inches tall and of Norwegian descent comes in handy.
In a lot of ways, actually. If you know what I’m sayin'. And I think you do.
I will change chiropractors, however, just as soon as all of the legal mumbo-jumbo surrounding The Halloween Incident 2008 has been resolved. After that incident, I needed a chiropractor. The Old Man was already seeing this dude and knew him to be a fine one, so I started going there. The OM of course had no idea the guy was a perv (and honestly, he still doesn’t really know the full extent of his perviness. I felt it wise not to divulge too much of this news, since I don’t exactly want the OM to go to jail on assault charges in the near future). I didn’t have any issues, at first. I knew he was odd, but there was no sexual innuendo being bandied about – not for a few months. Of course, I was extremely beat up and emotionally distraught for those months - not at my most attractive, I’m sure. Also, my brain wasn’t really functioning properly either, so maybe I just missed it back then.
In his defense, I have spent a lot of time in that office these past ten months, as you may well imagine. If he wasn’t so incredibly weird, we’d probably be close friends at this point. I have listened to him talk about his trials and tribulations (including the recent death of his father), so maybe he feels that I am a friend. And maybe that’s why the dude feels comfortable mentioning his scrotum in conversation…
In other news…
I watched Into the Wild again last night. How many times have I seen that movie now? Oh, I dunno…about one hundred and twenty-six, I’d wager. And yet, I still cried. Although, in truth, the tears were few last night since I wasn’t paying very close attention to the flick. I was simultaneously trying to edit the increasingly-annoying novel I am working on.
I think I may have to re-think the entire way the novel is set up. This is distressing, to say the least. I almost had a panic attack this morning while thinking about it on my way to work and I am not exaggerating in the least.
What I mean, essentially, is that I will keep the chapters, but re-order them. Also, right now, the book is in three sections. I may take the sections out and just combine everything.
AARRGGHH!!
I know none of this makes any sense to you, fair readers, but I needed to vent. Thanks for hanging in there with me while I did so (assuming you have hung in there, that is).
Anyway, to get back on track, here…I find Kristen Stewart to be rather annoying in Into the Wild. She has always been the only dark spot in an otherwise glorious film, in my opinion. Again, I have liked her in other films; but not this one and not at all. And oh, how The Old Man mocks her in that role…
I read somewhere that Robert Pattinson saw her in this flick and developed a crush and so was therefore excited about the prospect of playing opposite her in the Twilight movies. If that’s true, I have to seriously wonder about that guy’s taste.
In other, other news…
I am heading to Las Vegas this weekend, to get dirty and debauched with seven other women, including Dr. Niece and my redheaded sister. We even get to stay for free, because I go so often and gamble so much. Next month, The OM and I get to stay in Lake Tahoe for free, for the same reason (and my mother didn’t think my vices would ever pay off…pshaw!). If you do not hear from me by Tuesday, please send out the Saint Bernards.
Hey, I just watched The Hangover. I know how things can get…
So I went to the chiro for the first time ever today and I'll quit complaining about the chiro hugging me now because it apparently could be so much worse... (She just confused me with this whole "Would you like a hug?" thing as I was getting ready to leave.)
Posted by: Andrea | Monday, August 24, 2009 at 08:51 PM