During my ongoing spring cleaning extravaganza, I unearthed the other two-thirds of that Underworks order from last summer (still in the original packaging). Since I'm not going to be using 'em, I'm wondering if any of you are (or know anyone who'd be) interested in double-front compression shirts (white, size medium). I tried one on (and got it ( Read more... )

Fifty-minute assessment with clinical psychologist: 120$

Letter certifying your suitability for testosterone therapy: 140$

Two and a half month supply of testosterone cypionate: 35$

The look on the face of the gay man who's been hitting on you for the last five minutes when you tell him you're FTM: priceless

One of those quiet afternoons that should happen more often. There's snow falling outside the dormer window in the kitchen. The cats are racing around the house and scaling the clotheshorse in record time. I have a belly full of great food and a new set of clippers. A morning of sleep, lunch with my dad and a solid dose of Gogol Bordello have cured ( Read more... )

It came while I was at the deli, because when I checked the site after work today it wasn't up yet. But it's official now ( Read more... )

oh g-d it's kicked in ( Read more... )

Well, it's days like these that'll make us happy
like a puppy gettin' lucky with a Lassie
hassle-free hours passin' by with that beat
singin' days like these
kickin' back, just doin' what we do...

In slightly related news, I'm off to the deli to celebrate my plans to join the alchemists' union by having a pint or two with a very nice Englishman.

Christopher Malley went out on a bridge
Down in Chehalis
And clutching his bible and a letter from her
Fell into the river
Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide

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Am slowly detoxing from the stupid amounts of extra-strength Tylenol that got me through my shift today- two pills every two hours for a grand total of six between noon and five-thirty; two every four hours is the official maximum.

My liver officially hates me.

And the rest of me will hate me too once the drugs have worn off. I am not looking ( Read more... )

Apparently I'm sick. Second time in three weeks. Coughing, sore throat, achy body. Any plans I may have made for the week are effectively off. Nothing like the onset of another round of wintersick to turn me into (even more of) a recluse ( Read more... )

Dear general public ( Read more... )