Archive for November, 2001
Spiders, Barbies, and Elton John.
Friday, November 30th, 2001Wow. The support of my wonderful e-buddies against the evil psychotic freak has been swell. I was going to delete the post, but I’m not. I’m leaving it up to remind myself yet again that Not Everyone I Meet On the Internet Is A Wonderful Human Being. Sometimes I forget that.I […]
I’m a Bitch, I’m a Lover, I’m a Child, I’m a Mother…
Thursday, November 29th, 2001Whoo. I’ve gone and done it now. D. is pissed.He told me that he was talking to his father about my FU-brain, and being the oversensitive, touchy little snot that I am, I jumped all over him. So he stormed off to bed, angry as can be; and is probably lying there […]
The Great Freak Out.
Wednesday, November 28th, 2001Sometimes I wish I could just keep my big mouth shut, and not tell D. or my mother anything.Yesterday, of course, was The Great Freak-Out, and I bawled like a snuffling idiot most of the day. No one would believe it after the past two weeks, but I’m really not a crier by nature. […]
If I Only Had A Brain…
Tuesday, November 27th, 2001OK, I am seriously perplexed. My neuro just called after reviewing my MRI films, and said that there is nothing new going on. And that’s great in the “no news is good news” sense, but terrible in the “well then why the hell is my vision still decreasing” sense. I asked what […]
Nothing Goes In Your Nose.
Tuesday, November 27th, 2001I’m bored. I probably have nothing even remotely interesting to say, but I can’t sleep(duh), so here I am. You know, I would pay someone to whack me in the head with a shovel every night just to get eight straight hours. Any takers?The insurance company has once again sodomized me sideways, […]
The Evil Butt-Crawling Hand Knows No Fear.
Monday, November 26th, 2001I think I just posted on this thing seven or eight hours ago, but I am back. My life is just so damn interesting, I would hate to deprive anyone of hearing every little insignificant, mundane detail. Heh.I actually slept for about six hours. I think I would sleep longer, if not […]
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum.
Monday, November 26th, 2001Well, so much for a wild and crazy weekend. Slightly painful grandmother visit Friday night, slightly annoying running around from hospital to hospital picking up MRI films on Saturday afternoon, and slightly ridiculous spending spree Saturday night.Saturday night, D. and I went shopping for Christmas decorations and a tree. I am a die-hard […]
Rhapsody In Blue.
Saturday, November 24th, 2001I am twenty-seven years old. I should be dancing on top of a 4-foot speaker in a strobe-infested club. I should be at Crobar right now, shaking it fast to deafening techno, wearing glitter and platforms like a drag queen. Or at Neo, listening to My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, […]
Meow.
Friday, November 23rd, 2001Someone stop me, because I’m about to commit caticide.I’m partial to cats. I can respect an animal that shows disdain for the human race, walks around like a prissy little diva and sleeps for twenty hours a day. Even though I’m moderately allergic, I’ve almost always had at least one cat lying around. […]
Gobblegobblegobble.
Friday, November 23rd, 2001You know, it’s very sad. I started this diary in hopes that it would further my powers of self-expression, enhance my ability to write stream-of-consciousness-type stuff, and generally give me a deeper look into into my own psyche(because one can never be too self-obsessed).However, I have been surfing Diaryland quite a bit, and it’s […]
