The Mystery of the Random Dick Pic

So...yeah...I'm sitting here tonight minding my own business..lost in my own little world of Vicodin induced comfort (more on that later)...and my phone beeps with a pix message. I thought to myself...hmmm, that's a little strange...it better not be a picture of anyone's genitals. But lo and behold...it was the picture of someone's dick. Now, you may be saying, "Katie, who the fuck would send you a picture of his dick without your prior approval?" Well, to you I would answer, "I don't have any fuckin' idea." Though I can make a pretty damn good guess since the sender number was, of course, attached to the picture. But when I question Mr. W about said picture, he claims that he did nothing of the sort... Well, had I saved the picture I might've been able to create a "Wanted" poster in order to find the owner of that random dick...but in my shock and dismay, I deleted those random genitals immediately.

But in other news...I had an amazing weekend that I refuse to share the details of because you guys are assholes and would tell me that I'm immoral. So no more exciting weekend stories for you shits.

But today was one shittastic mess...I managed to contract a pretty heinous eye infection from the naked hot tub party Saturday night, which resulted in a trip to the Ball State Death Center. While I was there I also had the nurse practitioner check out what I assumed was a pinched sciatic nerve. She then referred me to see an orthopedic dr. He determined that I had a slipped intervertebral disk in my back which was resulting in a pinched nerve...excellent. So he sent me home with some Vicodin, Prednisone, and physical therapy orders. And an order stating that I'm not allowed to do any stooping, bending, or lifting greater than ten pounds...(sorry Nat--that kinda fucks up your plans for making me sort totes on truck nights! Haha shithead!)

At any rate...there's my news.