Archive for the 'GRAAAAH' Category
I Am Very Holy On This Sunday Afternoon.
Sunday, March 18th, 2007I passed out and cracked my eye on the coffee table, so now I have a lovely purple-and blue goose egg on my face and look like a Lifetime movie bitch.
“He didn’t mean it! He was aiming for the children and missed! He was drinking wood grain alcohol! He just loves me […]
The Pharmaceutical Industry Can Bite Me.
Thursday, March 15th, 2007I have reason to believe that the one Heartfuck medication that has actually been effective is aggravating my Fuckbrain, giving me daily migraines and terribly blurred vision and wearing me right the hell out, even though I should by all rights be sort of amped-up and hyper. These pills are like speed, but I […]
Open Letter To The Elderly.
Friday, March 9th, 2007Dear Old-Ass Damned Old People,
I know you’re old, and I do respect that. I know I’m going to be old as fuck one day too (with any luck), and that young punk-ass people with tattoos and nose rings (or eyeball rings, or whatever they’re into at that time) are probably going to roll their […]
I Went To Green Bay And Got Ebola, and Guns.
Tuesday, March 6th, 2007I wish I could tell you that my Green Bay weekend was a frolicsome and fun time spent drinking, dashing around with friends, and generally behaving like a mad woman, but instead it was spent crapping out my intestines while simultaneously holding a garbage can and barfing up my lungs.
About two minutes from Green Bay, […]
Fighting For My Right to Be Bitchy.
Sunday, February 18th, 2007I don’t feel that I’m a bitch, or surly, or overly possessive of a Shitty Sick Person attitude.
I try to keep it together most of the time, because isn’t that what we sick folk are expected to do?
If you’re chronically ill, you’re supposed to be graceful about it. You’re supposed to accept it […]
Juice Boxes and JPEGS.
Wednesday, February 14th, 2007I do not advocate children using the internet at all, ever; unless perhaps it is for a school project and is done under extremely close and ridiculously paranoid adult supervision.
There will be plenty of time for children to find porn, surf pro-ana sites, and post come-hither photos that will attract pedophiles when they’re teenagers.
Kids plus […]
On Primitive Living Conditions.
Thursday, January 18th, 2007I am home from the hospital.
There will be a photoblog tomorrow, but for now I will say this: I had to pee in a bucket that was placed in a chair while on camera for two and a half days.
I don’t know what about that statement horrifies me most.
Happy Thursday. I’m going to […]
Brokeback Trance.
Monday, December 18th, 2006Due to slow processing speed, I never got my MRI results while I was in the hospital recently.
Today at the pain clinic, I got a copy of the reports and talked about them with the doctor there. I guess I managed to further fuck up my back and neck while passing out during Heartfuck […]
Vicious Cycles.
Tuesday, December 12th, 2006You don’t even have to download yesterday’s song, folks. The brilliant Laura has informed me that you can bop on over to The Coup’s MySpace page and hear the song there.
That would be “Laugh/Love/Fuck”, in case you forgot.
Your welcome.
It is so cold and dry in this house that I feel as if I am […]
Light My Fire, Damn It.
Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006You know that brand-new furnace I just paid an exorbitant amount of money for last month?
It’s not fucking working.
I am currently bundled into two pairs of Old Navy flannel pajama pants and two Notre Dame sweatshirts, shivering in my chair in spite of the space heater and cursing the damned furnace makers and all of […]
