Hello boys and girls,
Its dreary outside. I don't mind rain, but if its all I'm going to see for the next week, I'm not happy. Its cold today too. I'm not supposed to be wearing jeans and hoodies in the middle of May. Grr!
Tonight is knitting circle. I've brought my newly started orange sweater and my shawl which is nearly completed. I can't even describe the color of my sweater, its a varigated yarn with different shades of orange and occasional stripes of white. My description doesn't even do it justice. One day, when I'm feeling full of energy, I'll take pictures so you can see just what an amazing color it is. I'm lucky to have found it.
Even though orange is bright and somewhat an obnoxious color I LOVE knitting with it.
I haven't had any problems with the Lithium since that toxic dose, thank goodness! I still don't like being on it, but it does seem to be working. My mania has been nicely in check. And the depression has been curbed somewhat. I'm not crying over everything anymore.
I never got my second ultrasound. Fred seems to have subsided. I know, its stupid, but I just can't understand why I'm going to pay $70 to have them tell me that it hasn't done anything. If ovarian cysts are a normal occurence, then my body should straighten itself out. If I feel any pain, I promise I will get it looked at.
Sometimes being a girl is a drag. I have to deal with pain on a monthly basis, I have to buy bras, which are not cheap. And no matter how much I feel like one of the guys, i'm never going to be accepted as one of the guys. I'm still always going to be different. and that makes me sad. I mean, sure, I love my breasts, and all of my girlie bits, and I like flirting with boys. But when I'm drinking, and I'm talking about life, I don't want to always be reminded that I'm of the womanly persuasion.
3 Random facts by Aponia Suicide:
1. I like to be spanked
2. I was in marching band in high school, I played clarinet
3. I love the smell of chlorine
Scent of the day: Hexennacht
(description: German fir and forest herbs, incense and bonfire smoke)
Song of the day: "Point of Disgust" by Low
I'm so glad this week is almost over. What is everyone doing for Memorial Day?
Its dreary outside. I don't mind rain, but if its all I'm going to see for the next week, I'm not happy. Its cold today too. I'm not supposed to be wearing jeans and hoodies in the middle of May. Grr!
Tonight is knitting circle. I've brought my newly started orange sweater and my shawl which is nearly completed. I can't even describe the color of my sweater, its a varigated yarn with different shades of orange and occasional stripes of white. My description doesn't even do it justice. One day, when I'm feeling full of energy, I'll take pictures so you can see just what an amazing color it is. I'm lucky to have found it.
Even though orange is bright and somewhat an obnoxious color I LOVE knitting with it.
I haven't had any problems with the Lithium since that toxic dose, thank goodness! I still don't like being on it, but it does seem to be working. My mania has been nicely in check. And the depression has been curbed somewhat. I'm not crying over everything anymore.
I never got my second ultrasound. Fred seems to have subsided. I know, its stupid, but I just can't understand why I'm going to pay $70 to have them tell me that it hasn't done anything. If ovarian cysts are a normal occurence, then my body should straighten itself out. If I feel any pain, I promise I will get it looked at.
Sometimes being a girl is a drag. I have to deal with pain on a monthly basis, I have to buy bras, which are not cheap. And no matter how much I feel like one of the guys, i'm never going to be accepted as one of the guys. I'm still always going to be different. and that makes me sad. I mean, sure, I love my breasts, and all of my girlie bits, and I like flirting with boys. But when I'm drinking, and I'm talking about life, I don't want to always be reminded that I'm of the womanly persuasion.
3 Random facts by Aponia Suicide:
1. I like to be spanked
2. I was in marching band in high school, I played clarinet
3. I love the smell of chlorine
Scent of the day: Hexennacht
(description: German fir and forest herbs, incense and bonfire smoke)
Song of the day: "Point of Disgust" by Low
I'm so glad this week is almost over. What is everyone doing for Memorial Day?
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and you smell like one too!
eek eek
I used to play the flute in school.
I love the smell of gasoline.
I'm doing well. I suspect the leg will be fine. He is being too cautious I think, but given the symptoms, I can see how he has arrived to that conculsion. I'm all for ruling it out really.
Neel is doing okay. Working on high intoxication with another fire fighter in the other room. Oi. What I would not give to have those two naked. RAWR.
~cheers