...and instead of greeting it bright eyed and bushy-tailed, I'm evading its presence entirely...as if my caking on face cream, meticulously-selected nightware, and whitestrips will prevent everything that is Today coming to fruition ( Read more... )

The feeling that someone's been inside your home since last you were.

...less than an hour ago. At midnight on a Friday. Now a bunch of your shit is missing. And your freshly-cleaned floor is freshly fucked by fucking freshly muddied workboots. Honestly.  

Despite his best intentions, Jason Wisneski has done opponent Tom Sieber, and subsequently the Democratic party, the ultimate political favor with his abhorrent comments. By making his first prim time soundbite one of both ignorance and cruelty, he further drove the wedge between left and right in an already hyper-polarized climate. Shrouding his ( Read more... )

Breathless by the conclusion of my rapid-fire recitation of single-gal "wins" in the month since my last appointment, I smile brightly at my psychiatrist: "I really feel great ( Read more... )

...and then it was the very next day and I found myself at a dog park hiking with a Snuffleupagus and J, circa Summer 2010: Pre-treatment 2. And, largely where I have remained since. And it's a secret ~no one knoooooooooooows uh-wha-oh ( Read more... )

Ah what the hell. While I'm in the neighborhood ( Read more... )

Would appreciate people not harass my poor little carcass of a Livejournal with dead YouTube links that one time led to murderous clown porn (or something else horrifying and unsolicited ( Read more... )

I don't know what my objective was joining all of these ED-related communities...part of me wanted to start a revolution of rebellion and smiting the conventional self-loathing that has characterized so much of my regression into complete ambivalence.

DMB Caravan is less than two weeks away and I am absolutely terrified. I feel physically disgusting ( Read more... )

I broke today.

I was feeling jubilant this morning. Jubilant. That was the only way I could describe it. …and I had looked for a less exuberant synonym so as not to rub it in any of my fellow sufferer’s faces that - today at least - I wasn’t miserable and desperate too.

Because I wasn’t. I was jubilant.

I thought I was overtired: I’d ( Read more... )

Another day of misguided pseudo-guidance: these are the most adept professionals in the industry, and, though I’m physically more able to take on the world, my motivation and confidence to do it is still numbingly lacking.

How do I break out of this? How do I accept the fear and move in spite of it? How do I not allow the fear to cripple me ( Read more... )