All of this could be so beautiful—it wouldn't take a lot
I do not appreciate coming down sick just in time for a hurricane, not to mention an audition. Then again, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch is the person who gets to call the dentist at the crack of dawn tomorrow after calling a regular doctor at the crack of dawn today. We would like a refund on our physical embodiments since Wednesday.
1. I forgot to mention yesterday that my birthday fried oysters contained two tiny, grey-mottled pearls. I found them by biting down on them, but neither broke. Please tell the Atlantic I love them. I have placed them on the bookshelf beside the lime-green rubber tentacle I got last summer at NecronomiCon.
2.yhlee sketched me a mermaid with poetry!
3. My IOU DVD from my brother arrived. It is Small Town Crime (2017). I am delighted. The picture of the protagonist on the packaging continues to look disproportionately badass, as opposed to sort of elfinly hungover.
I liked the part of my afternoon where I walked down a street covered in windblown leaves like scraps of gold tissue paper. It would have been even nicer if a medium-sized lake had not been dropping out of the sky onto me at the time.
P.S. I forgot it was National Coming Out Day. I am interested in people. I suspect this is not news.
spatch is the person who gets to call the dentist at the crack of dawn tomorrow after calling a regular doctor at the crack of dawn today. We would like a refund on our physical embodiments since Wednesday.1. I forgot to mention yesterday that my birthday fried oysters contained two tiny, grey-mottled pearls. I found them by biting down on them, but neither broke. Please tell the Atlantic I love them. I have placed them on the bookshelf beside the lime-green rubber tentacle I got last summer at NecronomiCon.
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yhlee sketched me a mermaid with poetry!3. My IOU DVD from my brother arrived. It is Small Town Crime (2017). I am delighted. The picture of the protagonist on the packaging continues to look disproportionately badass, as opposed to sort of elfinly hungover.
I liked the part of my afternoon where I walked down a street covered in windblown leaves like scraps of gold tissue paper. It would have been even nicer if a medium-sized lake had not been dropping out of the sky onto me at the time.
P.S. I forgot it was National Coming Out Day. I am interested in people. I suspect this is not news.
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I like that.
So I use the same word for myself as I've used since middle school, and remain less than gruntled that there doesn't seem to be a word for my shade of attraction, which is to say, I seem to be hit mercilessly and directly by the arrows of people at the edge of gender or who've disavowed it as a thing. "Lots of the people I date transition, and the rest make a "...gender?" face" doesn't have a flag.
"'There's not a name for a lot of things,' he said. 'Doesn't mean they don't still exist.'" —Sonya Taaffe, "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" (2016)
Edit: Unless it's a different flavor of sick, I think it's more accurate to say you maybe never stopped being sick from the last time, it just receded for your birthday and the sea because it didn't want to get murked up and kicked out of your system for sheer cheek and ingratitude. I am sorry, though.
Thank you. I am pretty sure it's a new sick: it came on very suddenly as a scratchy sore throat yesterday morning and by last night we were in full coughing, congestion mode, which is absolutely what I need to audition for a Yiddish chorus tomorrow afternoon. I am drinking all the hot water with honey.