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the last 3 days in a nutshell. current song: berserker by love among freaks. yeah, the clerks soundtrack. my love for you is like a truck berserker would you like some making fuck berserker my love for you is like a rock berserker the berserker is just so obscene likes evil people you know what i mean he takes your soul and then just rips you apart he'll steal your heart would you like to smoke some pot berserker my love for you is ticking clock berserker would you like to suck my cock berserker would you like some making fuck berserker i've been busy! you know, like saving lives and some shit. and as always, by saving lives i really mean writing some stuff on a run report and maybe put someone on o2 if i'm feeling frisky. i know, i know, it's outside of my scope of practice...don't make me bust out the cold packs. you'll all be in trouble then. yeah, that's right. i can't get cocky after putting in someone's cannula upside down. or after putting on the bp cuff inside out. or runnning the cot into shit (there was no patient on it, i promise). you know, just general n00b stupidity shit that my poor emt-d partner laughs at me for. oh eric, the emergency medical truck driver. he's got to be tired of that shit. probably about as tired of it as i am tired of run reports. oh man, on friday afternoon we got called code 3 for the county to victoria's secret! i totally forgot to tell that story over coffee tonight. it's not that great - we got cancelled halfway there, and we also found out that the radio in 230 doesn't key when the lights and sirens are on - which is awesome. i'm willing to bet that it was a prank, but it was still awesome. eric saved the page for posterity. it rocks. went drinking last night with all the usual suspects, plus eric. shot some pool, drank heavily, ate some cheeseburgers. sang songs at the pool hall last night, but changed the words for fun. you know, like the words to tiny dancer that i won't repeat here...eric loves to tease me about that one. jeremy isn't too happy about it, but that's another story altogether. let's just say that the name of the guy that i have a little crush on fits in there perfectly. and, no, it's not tony danza. i didn't get up until 1800 tonight. i'm going to be up all fucking night now, and it's going to fuck up my sleep schedule faster than a roundhouse kick to the face courtesy of chuck norris. speaking of the chuck, i nominate that we change the name of st. charles' hospital to st. chuck norris' hospital. everyone already calls it st. chuck's, so we might as well just add in the norris. it'll be a good time for all. at any rate, i'm gonna go call the droogies and see what's on the schedule for tonight. i think there might be a run to indiana for m-80's tomorrow so we can blow some shit up. don't worry, i'll pick up some band-aids as well. i've got all the medics i know on speed dial anyways... ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
