I have the ability to be a realist, but none of the desire.
Food: Special K Breakfast Sandwich (Sausage, Egg, Cheese on whole wheat flatbread); Nature Valley Sweet & Salty Chocolate Pretzel Nut bar
Drink:Mixed OJ, spinach, chard, arugula, berries, cherries, peaches, banana, oats; water
Exercise: Stretches; walked whole neighborhood in 20 minutes.
Notes: Walked in the cold, now my sinuses hurt, including my inner ear; feel better in general, though.
Posted on 3 February, 2014
Food: Golden Lentils with Madras Curry soup w/ Brown Basmati rice; slice of Creme Brulee cheesecake
Drink: Mixed Berry Veggie juice, orange juice, spinach, chard, berries, cherries, peaches
Notes: Feel grotty, not going to auditions.
Posted on 2 February, 2014
Food: Fish Tacos, Sauteed Corn, Pasta Salad
Drink: 3 glasses of Riesling, Water
Notes: Had lunch with Susan, went to Kohry’s after; feel funky
Posted on 2 February, 2014
Food: Golden Lentil with Madras Curry Soup with Brown Basmati Rice; Chili
Drink: Blended Naked Berry Veggie juice, orange juice, peaches, rhubarb, berries (black, rasp, straw), spinach, arugula, Swiss chard; Water
Notes: New cell phone plan, oil change and transmission fluid on car. Took a shower before work.
Posted on 31 January, 2014
Posted on 17 December, 2013
I like fanfiction. I’m not ashamed of it, I’ve liked it for about 13 years. I find writers that I like and stick to them like glue, and follow their recs to new writers. But, occasionally, I go seeking on my own, and sometimes do turn up good things.
Except for when I don’t.
Don’t write accents in, people. Feel free to make mention of the accent, but don’t mangle the words you’re writing in an attempt to really put your reader in the story. All we do is sit and wonder if you had a seizure on your keyboard.
Also, I don’t mind if you take a few liberties, obviously you aren’t always going to be writing canon, which is fine by me because most of my couples aren’t canon.
But at least be accurate.
I’m sure I will think of more things, but I just wanna go read some fic now.
Tagged #I CAN DO THIS DRUNK BITCHES!!!! #Almost wrote butches #That would have lent a whole different connotation to the tag #Nothing against lesbians but this was directed specifically to the people who are made my slaves by my mad spelling skills #You should see my grammar. #And no Spellcheck I did not mean superciliousness #Man I wish tags would let me use commas. #And that I could end world hunger. #That's just an obvious choice. #I can be really hard to find when you're drunk. Posted on 15 May, 2012
I made someone happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On the internet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted on 15 May, 2012
I hate it when I talk about my experiences with depression and someone says, “Oh, I know exactly how that feels!” No, you don’t.
You might have a general idea because you’ve gone through depression, too, but depression is individual. You have no idea what it actually felt like for me, you just have my words. My words are nothing. They don’t even come close to truly conveying what it feels like because I am fumbling for a way to describe it that makes sense. But it doesn’t make any sense at all, so all you have is my feeble attempt at explaining something awful and encompassing and that devours you completely, sometimes bit by bit and sometimes whole. Something that causes you to stop seeing yourself in the mirror because there is nothing to see. You don’t feel anything, not really even physical pain, though it does afford you a quick flash of something in the darkness that is quickly swallowed back up. You’re drowning and freezing at the same time, and nobody sees it. It aches when people tell you “I love you”, because you can’t say it back and mean it, not even if you want to.
You might understand the words I’m saying, but that doesn’t mean you know how it feels. That doesn’t mean that your depression didn’t matter as much as mine, just that your’s was tailor-made for you, and mine for me.
And so saying, nothing makes someone else’s depression bigger or more important than yours. It doesn’t matter the final push over the edge, be it family or love or grades or what-have-you. It doesn’t matter where it took you or how long it took you to scrabble your way back out of that hole, or if you’re still doing your damnedest to climb out. The fact that you are still here, fighting your way through every day to try to find some sense of reality proves that your struggle is just as important as anyone else’s. Don’t ever let them tell you otherwise.
Someday, you’ll find yourself in the mirror again, and you’ll know how to fight back.
Tagged #depression #Depression #DEPRESSION #Don't let them tell you that you're being dramatic #You are not alone #Don't let them trivialize what you're going through. #You are not just looking for attention. #What you are feeling or not feeling is very real. #Don't let them make you feel like you're wrong for being depressed. #DO NOT BE ASHAMED. #Do not let them make you feel ashamed for something that every single person goes through some more painfully than others. #Don't be afraid to tell people. You don't have to go through all of it alone. #Don't be afraid. #Don't beat yourself up. #Know that there is always somebody that will do whatever it takes to help you find a way out. Posted on 14 May, 2012
"So they can create a drug that makes a man’s dick hard, but they can’t cure cancer or AIDS. That’s fucked up. They need to find cures."
I hate when I read this. Scientists weren’t exactly looking for Viagra. They discovered the effect of Viagra accidentally; it was originally intended for blood pressure.
So let’s break the rest of this down.
Cancer isn’t just one thing or caused by just one thing, so basically you’re asking why they can’t cure dozens of different problems at once. It’s an incredibly unrealistic and unfair demand to make.
The reason that AIDS and HIV haven’t been cured yet is because 1) HIV is constantly becoming more resistant to treatment, leading to AIDS that is even more resistant, and 2) it’s science, not magic. The fact is that scientists are constantly looking for ways to, if not cure, at least stop the diseases from getting worse, which isn’t easy. They have enough pressure being put on them by people who actually know what the hell they’re talking about, they don’t need it from you. Where we’ve come in terms of treatment over the last 30 years is actually stunning. You wanna help? Don’t share needles with other people. Practice safe sex, be honest with your partners and demand honesty in return, and get checked regularly, not just for HIV/AIDS, but for every other STD.
Let’s make a list of things that can (mostly) be avoided just by not being reckless with your body:
Want to help in another way? Donate your money or your time. Don’t just talk about wanting things to change, take action. I can talk about how much I hate being fat and what I would do if I weren’t, but who the hell cares until I get up off my ass? Not saying my being fat is anything compared to a life-threatening illness, but talk is often cheap, no matter what the subject.