Don't forget this, and never forget how great it feels to get out of the house when possible.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Great Weekend!
On the bad days, the crazy with pain days, the irritable bowel insanity days, and the worse than I can describe days, remember how great it feels to go out TWICE in a weekend! A double date with fam/friends, sushi, laughs, sake! Out in the truck to another town! OUT!!
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Blaauughs
Someday, I hope to have a meds regimen that does not include the (now standard) 2-3 hours of nausea post-ingestion.
No wonder I get nothing done around here; I'm too busy feeling disgustingly ill. Thank ya, ibs! Yer a fucken pal.
Admittedly, the half-pill I take every day is probably behind some of the blaauughs, but that's my prescription and goddamn, it has taken a long, long fucken time to find what works for my head.
But still.
Blaauugh.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Rethought
The more I read about my 20yr reunion, the happier I am that the large majority of my graduating class a. has no idea who I am and b. wouldn't know me if I wheeled over their foot.
I thank the gods for small-minded-miracles.
Le Sigh.
Why insist you are not a racist when each letter that pours from your mouth is edged in hate? They are gilded with your sense of self-righteousness; your father's voice in your precious mind, giving you excuse upon excuse for your hatred.
He was wrong.
You are not him. You don't have to be a racist adult. You can just be a human, flawed as the rest of the planet, but comforted by the knowledge of sameness. The certainty that we all are pink on the inside. Pink is my least liked colour, but I'll be happy to wear it if it'll trigger a positive change in your young, boundless mind.
We are born imperfect and we die imperfect. Why waste time hating?
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Hello, lovely lady.
My evenings are, for the most part, spent alone with a book, a game, a movie, or a sketch pad, plus one of the cats. Perhaps one of these evenings, I'll make an effort to not resemble a hobolicious derelicté. I am horribly out of practice in "dolled up" and probably should practice.
Why not, right?
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