We've MOVED
All right. This is it. The last time I'll post anything on this site.I've moved to a better subdivision: ShaunaGlenn.comThe grass is greener and none of the neighbors have cars on blocks in their driveways. Not that there's anything wrong with that. OK, it *is* a little trashy. But... I have to admit I'll miss this old place, but the new digs are pretty sweet.Not everything is up and running yet, and we're still tweaking a bit here and there, but I think you'll like it.None of

Not your grandmother's website
Are you tired of hearing about my vagina yet?Good. Because I'm sick to death of talking about it.A lot of people have asked how I'm doing, so I'll tell you all together. I'm doing well. Seriously. Other than the fact that every time I get up and move around I tire out after 30 seconds and have to sit back down, I'm fine. Except that makes me feel like an old person. So basically I'm like the hottest hundred year old you've ever known. Over the last week I've gotten numerous emails and DM's on Twitter that read this...How's your vagina?

If you need a measuring stick for crazy, look no further
I learn new things about myself all the time.The latest?I suck at being lazy.If I don't get out of this bed soon I'm going to stab someone. Oh, but wait. I have no access to stabbing things because I'm stuck. In the bed. With only my laptop, the remote control, and a huge bottle of Milk of Magnesia. I must say in regards to my lack of pooping thing, I am impressed and humbled by your response. You people sure know a lot about Things That Make You Go Poo. All I have to say now is...Um, how do I shut it off? Seriously.

The post you wish you hadn't read
So by now you've probably noticed there's really nothing I won't talk about--much to the chagrin of my family. But I can't help it. I share. I over share. And I'm on drugs. The being on drugs thing is temporary, yet necessary. And probably the reason I'm able to say this...I'm constipated. Like. Way.Like, I haven't *gone* since Monday. This probably explains why I look 6 months pregnant. I'm full. I'm bloated. I'm stabby. Like for real. And I'm star

Why you shouldn't take drugs
I'm home. And I couldn't be happier about that. I know one thing for sure: hospitals suck. It's like prison, but with better drugs. And still, even the fact that they give you drugs when you ask doesn't make it suck less. You just don't care as much---that it sucks so bad.When I woke up after surgery I was sure I was dying. My whole body hurt. It felt like I'd been in a terrible car accident. Even my neck was sore and I'm no biology major, but I'm pretty sure my uterus is nowhere near my neck. I don't want to know what kind of horror was dispensed on my body while I was under anesthesia. If you know don't tell me. It's best I don't know. But I'm pretty sure I was viola