My stand parter for band for 8 straight years (every morning, five days a week, 8 years blerrgghhh) was mormon.

Fuck it, Hybrid (Mutt) Vigor.

I get grief services through his hospice benefit through the year. They give you all their information so you can reach out if need (emergency, feelings of self harm, etc), but put you on a ‘hold’ for a month before actively reaching out for conversations and meetings. So I have that set up for me already (if you’re…

I’m convinced I could watch Virtue and Moir make oatmeal together and their chemistry is just so damn.good that it’d be like ‘sex, now, yes?’

It’s, just. Uft.

It is a pretty movie. If you like movies that are sort of fluffy on substance but look nice, Moulin Rouge is for you.

Thanks. I’m trying to accept that this comes in waves. Unexpected, forceful, out of no where waves. Tonight during yoga I got caught up on our last ‘fight’, which why? Why do that brain? Why?

I had a test denied because I was ‘high risk’ because I was 28, sexually active, and unmarried.

Presdisone is one hell of a drug. If there was anything to touch it in efficacy, they would have phased it out years ago because the side effects are just beyond. But when it comes to chronic inflammation, nothing can touch it. So we deal with the fact that it grabs onto EVERY DAMN SYSTEM in your body, shakes it up…

Due to the prednisone, I ate an entire container of the TJs roasted red pepper soup the other day. Was delicious.

I have vanilla organic valley protein I add in. Between that and the yogurt and the chia it’s pretty nutritionally complex.

That sounds all together far too dangerous. Albeit very delicious.

It’s because their chemistry is insane. I feel like they look at each other and it’s like ‘let’s get this ON’

I put yogurt, a banana, chia seeds and some frozen strawberries in a blender.

It’s a 10 day taper, not too bad. I’m just not normally started at such a high level (80mg) to taper off of. I shouldn’t be surprised, my Dr couldn’t even get the endoscope around my turbinates.

God, that’s like 75% a real chance too.

Being a long time Philly sports fan is strange, self inflicted abuse. So there were a decent number of people taking their deceased with them to parades and stuff or putting jerseys on headstones, because of the long-suffering nature of this city’s sports.

Our communication was touch. My husband and I communicated emotions through touch. I’m a pretty cold/WASPy human being, so actually talking about emotions was nothing I was ever good at. So we ‘talked’ emotionally through how we touched each other, passively or intimately. How and where I touched his back could…

I’ve got nothing. I had three girls (now women) who were HORRIBLE to me in school, absolutely terrible awful human beings. And they came to my husband’s memorial and cried. Then left early.

He’s a clothing attention whore: