Due to the varying and horrible side effects that can come from cancer treatment, the last six months have been endless discussions of poop and poop related experiences and barfing up almost poop and poop and state of poops and poop.

With Flora and Matt being Flora and Matt in the background.

Any success on the ‘have to say hello and good bye’ portion? My goddaughter is fine on the ‘hi’ part (since she’s so excited to see you!) but WILL NOT say goodbye to ANYONE. Her mom says it’s because she thinks (much like my dog, who I realize is essentially a wordless toddler) when people leave she’ll never see them…

My fiance and I were sitting across the room from one another (since I had to give up my customary seat to the dog or he was going to cry the whole time...he HATES GoT). He looked over at me during that scene and asked if I was going to pass out. Apparently I was a little green.

Ugh, this cancer thing is just fucking terrible. And cancer drugs are fucking terrible. My fiance has cancer, and his meds are giving him these kind of crazy bizarre side effects. He’s feeling well enough to go to a Phish concert in NYC tonight, which is great. But I’m sitting here with my first night by myself, with…

I had that once a few years ago and it was crazy. There are four hours of my life that are missing.

oh man, that sounds deeeeelicious. Enjoy!

It’s stupid hot in Philly. I’m a person who enjoys doing yoga in a 90 degree room, so it has to be ridiculous for me to be mad about it being hot.

The only time I’ve ever gone to any emergency medical care was kidney stones. I was skeptical, but then there was blood. And I figured that was as good a reason as any.

When I went to college, it seemed that freshman year saw a lot of women who had never smoked before taking up smoking. It seemed that most of them ended up giving it up by senior year and it was more of a social and/or stress thing, but still. It was like the second go around. All the people who start when they are…

Just the idea makes me want to barf.

No, not pizza. There for whatever god awful reason there is a pizza place in the 69th street terminal in Philly. It sells the greasiest pieces of pizza known to man. And people bring them on the trollies and get grease and cheese and fried smell EVERYWHERE.

Fuck off Wedding Industrial Complex!

I had a dream where I retroactively failed college AND high school, while in my grad school/masters thesis oral. For whatever reason, in my thesis defense, my high school history teacher was there, who in real life, had always been very supportive of me and I did very well in his classes.

My fiance has cancer and I’m just generally not dealing. Or am like today, where I spent 75% OK and then just broke down at home. I spent six months generally be very positive and believing we had this. I just don’t know anymore. and yeah.

Whoever it was that said that it was 10 for $12 on Amazon I feel sold a lot of people.

ooohhh, a real Tonymoly shop?! That’d be dangerous to have close by.

Firstly: read the ingredients. The sheet masks frequently have a variety of oils and extracts and copolymers (etc) in them, so if you know you are sensitive to something, avoid it. They tell you generally what their ‘goal’ is, so you can base what you’d like off of that.

I have been sheet masking twice a week for several weeks and my skin is the best it has been in YEARS. It’s amazing. And sitting on the couch for a half hour just chillin with my nice smelling mask on is pretty awesome. And my skin is so nice. And even. And moisturized. And not peeling all over the place while…

I did really well in school for the singular, glimmering promise that getting to go to college, especially a good college that fit me well, would end the social suffering that was middle and high school.