Hey there, boys and girls! It’s Dierdre Suicide, and look! I’m not dead! So I guess I should catch you up a little:
I know posts over the last couple years have been sparse, as I’ve needed to concentrate on silly things like surviving. Now I’m at a somewhat stable point since I’m taking care of my parents house since they’re now making the move to florida cuz they’re old and stuff. I’m actually kinda glad I gave up on work in the DC area, since the furlough is still going: I’m spend all my time working freelance on a vampire graphic novel… and lemme tell ya, my vampires don’t fucking sparkle.
I notice that there is a new layout on the website… uhm, I suppose it’s cute enough, but I’m having a hard time doing some of the basic shit: it thought it kind of odd that they changed my user picture to something from like, 9 years ago… it’s gross and I want to change it. It seems to be rejecting anything I upload. Also the theme that I’ve been using for my journals since I joined the site no longer works… which kinda sucks, I guess…. I’m sure I’ll come up with something else that works with the new system. You know me: I just HAVE to be different.
They always say deaths come in threes: I buried 3 of my closest relatives between 2011-2012. My grandmother died of high grade b cell lymphoma, my grandfather who I was very very close to, died from the radiation therapy for stage four lung cancer, and my brother committed suicide. Besides burying my family, I’ve mostly been living the rock and roll lifestyle: I’ve been traveling around the country quite a bit with various lovers and my besty who has a bitching band, so the lows are pretty low, but boy the highs are really fucking high.
My health has been up and down: I blew my knee out twice in 2012… I have the same bane as other asian American girls: we lack knee sockets, so the kneecap can slide out really easy when the muscle behind the quad gets tired. So that’s a total of 5 times I’ve done it my entire life: hopwfully I never do it again, because dislocated kneecaps really suck, especially when they do soft tissue damage one the way out. I got ridiculously sick in august: I’m pretty sure it was pneumonia, since I spent a week sleeping and I was coughing up blood real good… I’ve been biting my nails since I’ve had them, basically, so I woke up from this week long slumber and suddenly I had nails! I’m learning how to play guitar with them, which is harder than expected since I’ve never had nails, but hey, built in picks, right? It’s kinda like learning how to walk in highheels when you’ve never done so before.
