cosyne

No worries... In spring of '02 I started to develop mild hand tremors and was battling depression. I was in my final semester of college and when I saw a doctor about it, they chalked it up to stress and anxiety. I saw another doctor in August of that year who came to the same conclusion. The tremors were gradually growing worse, but bad things kept happening to me so I kept thinking it was stress. Then in like March of '03 I finally had my life sorted out, but instead of getting better, the shakes got worse and started to really impair my ability to perform tasks. I saw another doctor who ordered an MRI which revealed non-specific abnormalities in the movement areas of my brain. So, I began a long diagnostic process. I went on disability in May of '03 because I was a physical and emotional wreck. I finally got a diagnosis in June that I had Wilson's disease. It's a rare genetic liver disorder which prevents my liver from processing copper. Instead the body stores it in various body tissues. Symptoms can include tremors, depression, behavioral disorders, cirrhosis etc. Most people become symptomatic in their 20s. The condition is highly treatable if caught early. Fortunately my tremors showed before my liver was damaged. So, I started taking meds that bond with the copper and flush it from my system. The meds often make symptoms worse before they get better. I continued to get worse until winter of '03 and have been improving ever since. It's hard to say if the shakes will go away entirely, but any improvement is a step in the right direction. There you have it... and that's the short version.

Do you mean emo?
Is that good or bad?

Either way it's intnentional. I thought maybe we discussed this but things are a little hazy right now. I admitted to journal stalking you?

Zinged indeed.

Look at what I'm wearing right now:

I like it.
Not for your reason, though.
There's a JS I'm in love with.

That's twice now. I should go post that line in everyone's jounrals.

Turns out they didn't need the paperwork after all. All the information they needed I gave them over the phone in my initial phone call. So by the time I was angry enough to call them and bitch them out it had already been taken care of.

You should feed him the purple berries. I hear they taste like burning.

It's a pic I took in fremont of a bunch of rocks stacked on each other.

Are you your friend Sam? Or could there quite possible be two people named Sam? The suspense is killing me.

dude, you are truly a freak. and I better see youat karaoke as promised, or much ass-kicking will ensue.

Berke is one of my heroes. His work heavily influenced my artistic style. In high school I had a regular comic strip in the school paper that was highly derivative of Bloom County.

This is true. Rednecks also don't usually take particularly well to skinny long-hairs. Especially when said skinny long-hairs are initiating conversations about the redneck's deficient cock size.

BAD WORDS!

hahhaha, sounds like me, love.

*hugs* i was doing ok, but then life interrupted and now i'm borrowing someone's minivan until my car is fixed.

*shudder* i hate them.

She used to have a clip from her song "Don't be afraid" that played automatically when you opened the music page. It went:

Don't beeeeeeeeeee a-fraid! followed by these synthesized Jaws chords.

The scariest thing is that there are certain people in L.A. who take her seriously.