I actually have a date today.

Turns out I’m pretty good at this whole online dating thing. I have actually met up with people before but this one seems particularly promising. As in, it’s almost explicitly a date and not just ‘meet a stranger for coffee.’ Which of course means I’m nervous as fuck. Which exacerbates both my neuro stuff and my IBS. Hope they’re ready for a sickly, twitchy weirdo!

Also I gotta go do my nails; I get so obsessive about my appearance when I meet new people.


I recently came to the somewhat unfortunate realization that I’m in chronic pain, walk with a cane, and I’m highly intelligent, overly rational, and a staunch atheist. Also I can be sort of a dick.

At the very least it won’t be a current reference anymore, but if I don’t get called Dr. House for the cane alone at least once, I’ll be fucking shocked.


ryoukisarazu is, to be honest, the over-all best person ever, and that should be a matter of public record.


Also disturbingly proud that my Wikipedia-aided self-diagnosis was spot fucking on,down to the subtype.

Time to stock up on some motherfucking brochures and shit.

Maybe I will make a super informative post about it, later. For now, I’m gonna look for a sweeter cane online ‘cause this Walgreen’s shit ain’t cutting it.


Well, I’ll probably be disabled for the rest of my life, but at least it’ll be a life of normal length.

Haha honestly what the fuck is my life.


Well, I see my neurologist in an hour and a half.

She’s got the result of a test for a very serious disease, and she wants to tell me in person. Which probably means nothing, admittedly. A negative is far more likely, given my history.

Somehow, I’ve actually sort of come to terms with this, whatever happens. I’ve been freaked out about this for over a month, and very soon, it’ll be over and I’ll know. This’ll be the last post I’ll make not knowing, and I kinda feel like Schrodinger’s Cat. The truth is already true, but until I open the box my own truth is in flux. Ignorance isn’t exactly bliss, per se, but it is philosophically fascinating.

See you on the other side of knowing!


nessydesu:

cyrilelijah:

please watch this ad for a squirting dildo called Buster McNut

no. you’re lying to me. this isn’t real.

(via yolo-frollo)


Yeah, alright, today is one of those days where I just feel like overthrowing something. Maybe not the entire government, but a couple of institutions would be nice.


I think I might be hypomanic? Just a bit?

I am playing a dangerous game, though, because if I’m actually just really exited that my roomie’s back and this isn’t a biochemical imbalance, then I reeeally should have gone to bed a while ago. If it is, though, I’ll operate just fine (or better) tomorrow even if I only get, like, 4 hours of sleep. But I’m so well medicated and what not that I won’t really be able to tell until I get up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll be peppy, maybe I’ll feel like stale ass. Only time can tell.


jncos:

Wrong camp asshole, this is The Rudest Colony. Get the fuck out you naked piece of shit.

(via aominekko)


OK let’s play “weird and kinda long gray-A not-at-all-explicit sex talk”:

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The reality of life with glasses is constantly assessing every fabric within grabbing range for potential use in smudge-cleaning.


You know that day when you’ve been feeling run-down and shitty for a while and you wake up coughing and think, “yup, this is it, I am for-real, officially, actually sick?”

This is one of those days for me.


radglawr:

shubbro:

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(via kexcormacson)


I really do miss my roommate when she goes away.

But on the other hand, I did just eat half a can of mandarin oranges, straight out of the can, with my fingers, while standing shirtless in the middle of my kitchen and musically mumbling a medley of songs from Les Mis. So living alone isn’t all terrible and lonely.