Pity the daughters of beautiful women who by some twist of genetics do not end up looking like our gorgeous fashionable mothers, but looking more like ourselves instead. They will always be the yardsticks that we will never live up to, and many of us may spend our entire lives trying. People will be unkind and tell us that we…
People are infinitely strange. For every nice person I meet I seem to end up accidentally running into or talking to quite a few that are not worthy of attention. I have come to the conclusion that I am grateful for the law of averages because it evens things out. It means that I still have the nice interaction from…
Written on September 16th, 2003 – Based on a conversation with a friend (referred to in this post as ‘you’). I think my failing, my utter failing, is my tendency to feel as much as I can, whether it is pain or joy. I have often plumbed the utter depths of despair, but you have not often seen me like…
I know, I know, I know. It’s been a long time since I last updated. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with so much, and I’ve been dealing with a lot. I posted a while back about my health scare. It’s not cancer, but nobody knows what it is either. I’ve been poked and prodded to within an inch of my life, and…
I’m thinking of you today, Marie. I’m thinking of the way we walked arm in arm down the Champs-Élysées, two carefree girls who felt beautiful and invincible; I remember the wonderfully strong coffee in that little café you insisted we try, and our delight at discovering the used book store above it. I remember when the skirts of my dress caught on…
I have a vitamin D deficiency, apparently. I have to take this supplement for an unspecified while, to build my body’s supplies up. I call it the sunshine pill. Look at it; double-sided, pale on one side, as orange as the yolk of a new-laid egg on the other. It’s smooth, oval, and I like to think I’m swallowing a…
Everyone who knows me knows I’m a huge Dr. Who fan. We’ve been waiting on the results of the biopsy, so I’m a bit stressed and not really amused at very much, not even the antics of the cats. So my sweet, funny, and lovely boyfriend decided to lift my spirits this afternoon, and he used a technique that I’m…
Lymphoma? I don’t know. Nobody does yet. I’ve had some weird symptoms going on with me for a few months; swollen lymph nodes that leak (I know; it sounds gross) from time to time, constant exhaustion and lack of energy, and an elevated body temperature. So, I had a battery of tests done yesterday, and I’ve been poked and prodded…
My boyfriend and I went for a run yesterday. I don’t know; I keep telling him I hate running with him, or exercising with him in any fashion. I know it’s a way for a lot of couples to connect, but it doesn’t work with us. It’s not because I tend to be lazy about exercise unless someone is prodding…
I sometimes wake up thinking that I have to go to school again, and it fills me with dread before I realise that I never have to go to school again; I never have to walk to that cold building with its dark long corridors and barred windows; I never have to park my bottom again on those hard benches…