It's my journal 
(if you already read the intro about IC, 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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Do you know Neil Diamond?
If so, tell him an awesome backup singer who already knows all his stuff cold is ready to go at the drop of a hideous sparkly shirt.
(if you already read the intro about IC, 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.
*********************************************************************************************************************
Do you know Neil Diamond?
If so, tell him an awesome backup singer who already knows all his stuff cold is ready to go at the drop of a hideous sparkly shirt.
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tonkakatt:
LOL I saw him in concert twice
tonkakatt:
the first time I saw him I brought my Mom as a gift and was prepared for a lame-ass show, and he rocked my socks off. it turned out I knew more song than I ever imagined. then I brought her again a few years later, and had a good time at that show too. for an old guy he sure has some stage presence.