So given that I have only two public friends, listed, I take the time to look at their posts. Miss Dusty who will be famous from either one of two projects I am working on, and the other group, the Marfan's group. This young lady posted about having fibromyalgia, and was wondering if anyone had experienced a similar diagnosis because of the Marfan' ( Read more... )

Shit. This stinky room problem has to end. Now it smells like a million mouths with halitosis open wide and blowing their stinky aromas in my general direction. Ew. I cannot wait to get this shit steam-cleaned. It's terrible ( Read more... )

So earlier today while prancing with miss Candy pants, I became aware of something funny, something that made me think that seeing that therapist might not be so much of a necessity. Okay, of course not, but it made me feel better about the experiences I have had. While the majority were off doing your required academic studies in the preassigned ( Read more... )

Portions originally published on March 20, 2005, then pulled down.
I really like the scene in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where she's telling him about her doll, and wishing her to be pretty, because then she would be pretty. I did that, wished my doll and myself to be pretty. I also had wild fantasies about how cool it would be if my ( Read more... )

That last fun fact in the journal is why friendships to me feel so ephemeral, and why I can kill them like bees when they sting.

So I think I killed the Peg leg pirate, because I have been walking on my leg with mild, though not intense discomfort ( Read more... )

My feet, affectionately coined tingle toes. By me, of course. They are a little needly, sharply getting purple, sometimes just a bit numb. If this weather shit doesn't just cut it out already, I am going to have an episode. An episode we can more appropriately term, "Pirate Peg leg learns how to walk". Peg leg, I realized earlier, is a state that I ( Read more... )

notice how all poetry, usually the good stuff
begins with a verb. suggested action?

end with a conclusion, some action then ended, at rest.

this I scribbled on my bright yellow paper, on the train, back from Brooklyn. This of course is not that, just words.

loss words stirred inside
the thickness of my language
atached ambiguous

so much so that ( Read more... )

Hmm. Today has been nothing short of a learning experience for me. And the realizations keep coming, over and over. Number one: I don't eat enough. Number two: if that kid really was a white supremacist, well, fuck him. But there is some truth to the intolerance that our country promotes, through various little tricks of the media and our ( Read more... )

Oh my. Sometimes it's really not hard to imagine having the ability to actually give birth to a baby, because I feel like I am in labor every month. My abdomen curls into weird alien mounds. The muscles squeeze, and it seems that the "thing" in there could be no smaller than a bowling ball, wanting to explode out, wanting to be free. Then of course ( Read more... )