another one of my myopic beliefs, with the advent of the camera and so forth the only thing that matters is the emotional resonance.
I could not care less how long your labor of love took, your chihuly means nothing
cut off all my shoulder length curly dyed black hair in favor of a generic white guy hair cut and somehow got my aura back. First time in history something like this happens.
Last night it was telehealth with my doctor in new york, which then necessitated me fighting with the pharmacy in Michigan all day today (no avail).
trapped in a layer of medical hell, all tests and money but the results never come its just more tests and no answers
well it all started tuesday when i had to go to the emergency vet at midnight. I’d already taken my sleeping pills and kept ‘waking up’ mid conversation with the vet. Anyways then i had to find a piercer to reattach my nose stud, then planned parenthood (happy pride).
crazy side quests lately, got interviewed by the wall street journal as a ‘victim of the economy’. Not exactly something you tell your parents about.
Hey MOM what if i was so BUSTED and BROKE it made the news