September 2011
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I get that the whole “born this way” has done a lot for the queer rights movement, but I don’t understand how choosing what way you want to live makes you any less valid.
For a lot of people, they do choose their sexual identity. They choose to only sleep with women because they enjoy it more,…
For the record:
If I am meant to have a significant other in this lifetime, then said significant other *must* be willing to squash every spider I find. Or every spider that finds me. Just sayin’.
I just squashed the little bastard that was scurrying across the counter.
The “dangers” of country life, I tell ya!
*shudders*
Feeling SO much better....I hope!
I have spent the whole day in my bed (Gram’s orders). I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink because I was so damn nauseous. But, now that I don’t feel sick to my stomach anymore I think I may be brave enough to try soup or something easy on my stomach.
She made coffee, too…..but only for her. I couldn’t drink it; but I could at least appreciate that it smelled so good.
Gram was sick like this the other day, so I’m thinking I got it from her. I can’t miss clinicals *at all* (they are so mandatory it isn’t even funny), so I’m happy and relieved I’m feeling better. The next two days are clinicals.
I hate when it's called "penis."
“Cock” or “dick” are much better. “Penis” is so clinical.
That’s how I feel about “vagina”. Way too technical. It’s a cunt. To me, anyway. =)
“But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”
—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke. (via days-gone-by)
Called in sick...
…Running low grade fever and very, very nauseous. .
Woke up several times in the night because of it.
Ugh.
Woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off...
…And can barely keep my eyes open. Plus, I feel very sick to my stomach.
Seriously debating whether or not to call in sick and stay home.
I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Ugh!
“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”
—Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
“Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.”
—Henry Miller (via misswallflower)