it's my journal!!! (if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
i thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
a lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
the thing is? i have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
and other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
no matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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This is the dream I just woke up from:
(Think dreams are boring? Fuck off.)
I was walking along a forest path with 5 of my little YMCA campers. We were getting a little lost and I was trying to keep their spirits up so they wouldn't freak. Luckily, we spotted a road and a little house on the other side. I was getting ready to cross (look both ways!) and ask if I could use the people's phone, when we noticed that laying between us and the house was a girl in a cream-colored silk nighty. She was just laying in the bushes, covered in blood. At this point, I noticed that there were figures hovering near her in the bushes. They watched us and once they realized we weren't any kind of threat, they stepped out of the shadows. They were all very tall guys dressed in black. They called me and the kids over to help carry the girl into the house. I relaxed - probably just some goth dudes who were roommates in the little house.
Next thing I know, I wake up in a dark room with a high ceiling. I'm sleeping on a rug at the foot of a woman's bed. I have this crazy craving for something, but I don't know what it is. I try to talk to the woman in the bed, but she laughs at me and pushes me out the door. I find myself kind of naturally sneaking through the darkness of the house, checking rooms for something that'll satisfy me - you know, like a Snickers or some Phish Food. I look out a window and see someone asleep in the house next door. All of a sudden, I'm IN the room with the person, kissing their neck.
I wake up on the carpet again, at the foot of the laughing lady's bed. I stand up and start talking to her about my weird dream but she just laughs at me again, pointing to my nighty. It's covered with blood and I find there's blood - someone else's - all over my chin. I just feel so bummed and horrified to be a vampire and I wonder to myself what happened to the YMCA kids.[/DREAM]
I don't read vampire stories or even really like "vampire culture." I fuckin' HATE nightmares. This one was definitely one of the creepiest I've ever had.
i thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
a lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
the thing is? i have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
and other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
no matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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This is the dream I just woke up from:
(Think dreams are boring? Fuck off.)
I was walking along a forest path with 5 of my little YMCA campers. We were getting a little lost and I was trying to keep their spirits up so they wouldn't freak. Luckily, we spotted a road and a little house on the other side. I was getting ready to cross (look both ways!) and ask if I could use the people's phone, when we noticed that laying between us and the house was a girl in a cream-colored silk nighty. She was just laying in the bushes, covered in blood. At this point, I noticed that there were figures hovering near her in the bushes. They watched us and once they realized we weren't any kind of threat, they stepped out of the shadows. They were all very tall guys dressed in black. They called me and the kids over to help carry the girl into the house. I relaxed - probably just some goth dudes who were roommates in the little house.
Next thing I know, I wake up in a dark room with a high ceiling. I'm sleeping on a rug at the foot of a woman's bed. I have this crazy craving for something, but I don't know what it is. I try to talk to the woman in the bed, but she laughs at me and pushes me out the door. I find myself kind of naturally sneaking through the darkness of the house, checking rooms for something that'll satisfy me - you know, like a Snickers or some Phish Food. I look out a window and see someone asleep in the house next door. All of a sudden, I'm IN the room with the person, kissing their neck.
I wake up on the carpet again, at the foot of the laughing lady's bed. I stand up and start talking to her about my weird dream but she just laughs at me again, pointing to my nighty. It's covered with blood and I find there's blood - someone else's - all over my chin. I just feel so bummed and horrified to be a vampire and I wonder to myself what happened to the YMCA kids.[/DREAM]
I don't read vampire stories or even really like "vampire culture." I fuckin' HATE nightmares. This one was definitely one of the creepiest I've ever had.
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