Dear diary, [05 Nov 2009|09:19am] perfect_feline I read through my old diaries yesterday. Mostly my first diary which I started keeping when i was 11. It is full of grammar errors, creative spelling and what I considered at the time, cool phrases. I find it fascinating to relive some of those memories. I wrote all about my intense love for boys and these little interactions with them that to me were big deals. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've changed much since then. Still have bag grammar, can't spell and am consumed by these little moments that i am convinced have meaningful subtext. I stopped writing in my diary just before Lou. I only have two entries about him. One when we first started hanging out and I liked him, and one 5 months after we started dating when I began recapping my sexual awakening. I wish I had kept up with it. I have LJ for my college years.... but no print outs of it. I think I am going to start journaling again. I have this need to leave something for the next generation to explore about me. I am making a cookbook right now. I have my great grandmother's cookbook, and I love reading through it. Some of the recipes are to die for too. I hope a grand child does the same with mine and ponder over what i was like, or how I got those recipes. I've started leaving notes in the margins like "Made for Lou's 25th birthday," or "first thanksgiving away from home." There's something so seductive about heirlooms to me. An old scrap book, or photo album of ancestors. A sewing basket, a china set. They are peaks into someone's life that I feel some sort of claim to. That I can own that memory, or feel the thread connecting me to a complete and foreign life to mine. 1 | ?

the year i had an ingrown toenail [04 Nov 2009|11:59pm] tupacashakur tomorrow i'm getting up early to stand in line at the free clinic for the once a week foot doctor visit. i've been cursing my bad toe for a year now and have yet to have it taken care of but after it started growing what appears to be another toe on top a month ago and landon stomping on it while performing beautiful dance moves last friday i've decided it's time to suck it up and accept the fact that daily soaking and the mythical "bandaid method" is not going to heal me. just as wikipedia predicted i am now walking with a limp (or rather, like a drunk driver swerving back and forth on the streets of new york writhing in pain). we're a little strapped for cash and (naturally) without healthcare so my fingers are crossed that foot doctor will take pity on me and heal me without depleting my bank account (which at this moment wouldn't require much). damn you new country of mine and your naughty health care. so here is where you share your stories of ingrown toenail extraction and how it was "easy peasy and painless and now i wear all the shoes in my closet and no more limp and no more bloody stocking toe and no more foot soaking (though i rather like them) and no more bandaid wrappers littering my bedroom" i went through a box of twenty TWENTY! bandaids last week. for one tiny digit (well, my largest diget). ( healthy times ) 32 | ?

40th Anniversary of Sesame Street [04 Nov 2009|10:45pm] google_art [ladyortyger] 40th Anniversary of Sesame Street - Nov 4, 2009 More logos have popped up (probably one a day until the "official" anniversary of 1st airing of Sesame Street (Nov 10)): ?

Halloween - October 31, 2009 [31 Oct 2009|05:11pm] google_art [ladyortyger] Halloween (All Hallow's Eve) - October 31, 2009 If you clicked the image, you get "Click or Treat" & another image, 3 times: ?

rabbit flu [29 Oct 2009|05:19pm] ohwinter uuuhhhhh i am soo sick and i ate one hard boiled egg in thirty six hours and i feel like my head is in a plastic bag. and ive been having these dreams....bad ones. probably from the fever and the brandy-tea-theraflu cocktails. but at least it takes the edge off this mucousy hell im living in. the light is so nice right now but i cant get up. i can only see out the window, goldy autumn crisp and delish i am all fucking mixed up i should eat another egg 1 | ?

Jois de Vive [29 Oct 2009|11:23am] perfect_feline Life is good. there is stress, goodness gracious there is stress, but mostly everything is good. I've done a pretty good job shedding my type A tendencies and going with the flow. Not to say I'm disorganized or unmotivated, but able to release the bull from my soul. Go! Fly away bogging down thesis pressure! Find a new lover body shame! Just breathe it out. Good things happen. LOVE ?

"Psychologically, I had one." [29 Oct 2009|08:06am] mymomisthebomb As a newly diagnosed diabetic, my mom had to get the flu shot this year. I asked her how it went, and here was her response: "i don't feel anything different after the flu shot. my arm is not even sore which is supposed to be. it was so fast, i haven't finished talking to that stupid guy and it was over already. wonder if he really gave me a shot. i am really suspicious of people. but what did he have to gain without giving me the shot? oh well, even if he didn't give me one, psychologically, i had one. how's that. the woman who was in front of me took at least 3 min before she could come out. but i went in and it didn't even take me a min." ?

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