They Don’t Have Cancer


Long story short: I've felt like shit over the past few days. My entire mouth hurt until today (who knew that was a thing) and everything I ate tasted really tart, including water. I feel like I've been hit by a truck, and I've thrown up a couple times. Walks around the block are a... Continue Reading →

Cirque du Sylvia


I've had my cat Sylvia for a little over a year, and she's just a dream. She's a short hair ginger tabby who gives zero fucks. My partner Deejay swings her around the living room and squishes her constantly, and she just sits there with a blank look on her face; I can't even tell... Continue Reading →

Pre-Chemo-Brain


I start chemotherapy on Thursday and I'm feeling rather restless in the meantime. My partner Deejay and I went on a Costco/Fred Meyer run (disinfecting wipes, Purell, soap, more soap, blah blah sanitary blah my immune system is gonna be garbage) this weekend and spent a while cleaning up the apartment. And by that I... Continue Reading →

Raindrops, Roses, Whiskers, Kittens


I had surgery yesterday! I think, though I cannot confirm, that I was a very brave boy. I don't think I mentioned in my previous post that I have several tests and procedures to undergo before I can begin chemo. Yesterday's procedure included a lymph node removal and a port placement. I'll explain: I had... Continue Reading →

A Few Fuck-Yous…


...Brought to you by international air and train travel. 1. Fuck you for wearing your skunk perfume on a plane (also on the train...I'm looking at you, passengers of renfe who showered in old man cologne). I'm glad you're making an effort to smell good but we're all hurtling through the sky in a coke... Continue Reading →

holaaaaaa


Here I am, sitting in the dining room of a small Spanish grandmother, looking at a silver plaque of "La Ultima Cena de Jesus" (The Last Supper) whilst a cool breeze blows across my shoulders. It's bright out -- surprisingly less humid than the past four days -- and I can hear the neighbors chatting... Continue Reading →

Can We Discuss Disney Princesses Though


I was on the phone with my dad yesterday crying (surprise) over my lack of┬áromantic luck recently. He gave me some really wonderful advice, the most hilarious of which came when he said, "The worst thing Disney ever did for society was write those stupid happy endings." Or something to that effect -- I tend... Continue Reading →

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