last night i sat waiting for e to return home from his travels, when i started doing my finances..and when i am saying finances, i am talking about how far i can stretch the $156 I take home every week… Continue Reading →
so today i was on a mad quest. first i paid a bill that resulted from some 2100 text messages and various other phone stuff. then i went looking for the healer, only to discover that the restaurant had been… Continue Reading →
my surgery date is moved up two days, which leaves me two more days of normalcy to revel in. i called to tell my mom, who wants to take me home to mass for some crazy insane reason for a… Continue Reading →
i’ll give you a little tiny tiny clue. don’t call me. don’t write me. don’t tell me how fantastic your life is. don’t bother trying to make up for being a complete jerk just because you “found something out” about… Continue Reading →
Though I’m not sure what my little surgeon is gonna say about my broken blood vessel and I am a bit of a mess from questioning every little detail of life around me. I figured it was time to step… Continue Reading →
jimminy crickets. i don’t much care for a lot these days aside from people i guess. my own life is just a weird result of some strange cosmic scramble around the time of my birth. i talked to my mother… Continue Reading →
so somehow my neighbor has released his ban on having me attached to his wireless network which means boatloads of fun, as well as catching up on minimal posting for the past four months since I lost my access… it… Continue Reading →
I got out of the hospital last night. E took a car from brooklyn, picked me and Francine up from the hospital. Went home. I went in to the hospital on Sunday afternoon after being struck with really awful chest… Continue Reading →
This is Francis (packedby776) updating on behalf of Francis (deaa). deaa has been in the hospital since Sunday with chest pains; her subclavian artery dissected, and she’s going to have to have surgery. (They aren’t sure whether they’ll be doing… Continue Reading →
probably when i was in 8th grade i couldn’t pass this test. math was always my weakest subject. and when i went through my third major surgery they thought i might have suffered some brain damage because they had to… Continue Reading →
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