koalas and kittens.
can't breathe. slept from 5pm to 8:30am.. with about an hour in between to watch l word with the girlfriend. i love the girlfriend. we were more snuggly last night than we have been in a while, mostly because we never fucking see each other...
speaking of which, today is my best friend's birthday. a best friend who i haven't seen in like, ever. we've drifted apart (geographically) so much i feel like there's never gonna be a time where we will see each other on a regular basis again. which sucks, because i miss her.. but she's doing really well where she is, she has an awesome boyfriend and i don't think there's any reason to expect she'll leave anytime soon. her, the boyfriend, and miles the pug need to stay where they are. because they're happy.. and when the time comes when i do get to see her again, things will pick up as they always do, right where they left off.. and she'll be my koala again.
i'm sick all the time. i'm sick of feeling sick. i'm sick of waking up in the middle of the night wheezing and having to fight to breathe. i'm sick of waking up in the morning, getting in the shower and having to physically brace myself against the walls to expand my lungs enough to actually fucking breathe like a normal person. this is ridiculous. i'm fucking sick, and i'm over it now. this is no fucking acid reflux, this is some god damn crazy amazon-disorder that no one's heard of and no one can do anything about. and it'll be named after me. people will sit in doctor's offices in 30 years and be like, 'fuck, i've got the lexy.' and those people can eat me.
our neighbor who took in one of the stray cats we take care of the in building came out of her apartment this morning with a cat wrapped in a towel, and she was crying, and i asked what happened, she told me she didn't know but something happened to another stray cat, who i regrettably nicknamed 'fat face..' and that he couldn't move on his own, and she was taking him to have him put to sleep. and i was incredibly sad for her, because i know she loved that cat, and that's not an easy thing to do no matter who you are, but i was also relieved that it wasn't MY favorite stray cat, king philip. because he is a delicious piece of kitty tail. he is a splendid little man, and it is my mission to find him a suitable home.
the girlfriend is taking me to seattle, portland, and vancouver for our 4 year anniversary... i'm like, incredulous. can't wait. wanted meghan to come with us, but i don't think it's gonna happen. which sucks, cause it is a lot of money, but it's our anniversary and it's really important to me and the girlfriend.. we deserve it. after 4 years i think we owe it to each other and to this relationship. i don't want to end up like bette and tina. at least i know that our sexual dysfunction definitely ISN'T that i'm secretly attracted to men.
speaking of which, today is my best friend's birthday. a best friend who i haven't seen in like, ever. we've drifted apart (geographically) so much i feel like there's never gonna be a time where we will see each other on a regular basis again. which sucks, because i miss her.. but she's doing really well where she is, she has an awesome boyfriend and i don't think there's any reason to expect she'll leave anytime soon. her, the boyfriend, and miles the pug need to stay where they are. because they're happy.. and when the time comes when i do get to see her again, things will pick up as they always do, right where they left off.. and she'll be my koala again.
i'm sick all the time. i'm sick of feeling sick. i'm sick of waking up in the middle of the night wheezing and having to fight to breathe. i'm sick of waking up in the morning, getting in the shower and having to physically brace myself against the walls to expand my lungs enough to actually fucking breathe like a normal person. this is ridiculous. i'm fucking sick, and i'm over it now. this is no fucking acid reflux, this is some god damn crazy amazon-disorder that no one's heard of and no one can do anything about. and it'll be named after me. people will sit in doctor's offices in 30 years and be like, 'fuck, i've got the lexy.' and those people can eat me.
our neighbor who took in one of the stray cats we take care of the in building came out of her apartment this morning with a cat wrapped in a towel, and she was crying, and i asked what happened, she told me she didn't know but something happened to another stray cat, who i regrettably nicknamed 'fat face..' and that he couldn't move on his own, and she was taking him to have him put to sleep. and i was incredibly sad for her, because i know she loved that cat, and that's not an easy thing to do no matter who you are, but i was also relieved that it wasn't MY favorite stray cat, king philip. because he is a delicious piece of kitty tail. he is a splendid little man, and it is my mission to find him a suitable home.
the girlfriend is taking me to seattle, portland, and vancouver for our 4 year anniversary... i'm like, incredulous. can't wait. wanted meghan to come with us, but i don't think it's gonna happen. which sucks, cause it is a lot of money, but it's our anniversary and it's really important to me and the girlfriend.. we deserve it. after 4 years i think we owe it to each other and to this relationship. i don't want to end up like bette and tina. at least i know that our sexual dysfunction definitely ISN'T that i'm secretly attracted to men.