I keep trying not to write about this. Because I know it’s not the sort of thing you’re supposed to say out loud. But people, I say everything out loud. And trying not to write about it makes it the only thing I think about which makes it impossible for me to write about anything else [...]
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So seeing as how I’m hoping to someday trick someone into publishing that book of mine, I’ve been reading a lot of memoirs, cancer ones in particular. That’s how I ended up reading The Middle Place. And that’s when I decided all hope was lost for me and Lymphomania because HOLY FUCK THAT LADY CAN WRITE. He [...] I think I’ve figured out why I’m not sleeping. And surprisingly, it’s not just because I looked at this photo just before going to bed last night: Replace the Gulls with Swans and Let the Nightmares Begin Though I’m quite certain that didn’t help. (I’m looking at you, Creamed Corn.) You see, Interwebz, I finished my book. Or [...] Once upon a time (or a few months ago), a brilliant and beautiful blogger posted about how her wee two year old son randomly turned to her and said, “Mommy, you are a possibility.” Is anyone else crying yet? Am I still suffering from sleep deprivation and PMS? Can you tell me how to get, how to [...] I look like I had some serious redneck lovin’, Interwebz. My face is all swollen and I occasionally have to spit blood. Seems my dentist found a fourth cavity when he dug out the first three. Chemo is hell on the teeth, I tell ya. I’m sure my affection for cheesecake is completely unrelated. Also, I stopped [...] Hells to the yeah, Interwebz! Just in case you didn’t hear already, my scans were cleaner than Lindsay Lohan’s crotch. Which…makes it sound like they were filthy so that might not seem like the best analogy. But let’s face it, I’m really not THAT clean myself. Still, I’m pretty confident Lindsay’s crotch is cancer-free. So I’m [...] My brain is a little sludgy lately. I’m not sure if it’s this cold that won’t go away or the weather. Actually, I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it is. I’m getting anxious about my next appointment with Aloysius. November 30th. Three weeks. Twenty one days. Dude. A lot of you are participating in NaNoWriMo (National [...] It started over lunch with a friend. Melissa is smart as a whip, well spoken, and deliberate with every thought and action. But for some reason, she is still willing to occasionally meet with my grammatically challenged ass to discuss writing and gab about life in general. Melissa: “I have to tell you about this book I’m reading.” Me: [...] Herbert broke a string, so I’ve got no uke-ical stylings for you today. I know. You’re destroyed. But I promise I’ll learn something for next week, k? Feel free to make your requests in the comments. (Yes Kelly, I’m working on Iron Man already…) I have my quarterly date with Aloysius later this afternoon. Nothing says “Happy [...] As you probably noticed, I’ve been a little off my game for the past week or so. There have been no references to glitter. I’ve broken three drinking glasses. My house is dirtier than Lindsay Lohan’s crotch. My fridge is emptier than Sarah Palin’s mind. Hell, I don’t think I’ve made a vagina joke in days. Yesterday, [...] |
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