Today was my first day on hydroxycholoquine. It totally floored me. I got up about two hours before I had to be at school, intending to actually do my homework, but it took almost two hours for the nausea to wear off enough for me to be upright without retching. I came home for an hour over my lunch break, intending once again to get my homework done, but wound up sleeping for another hour. As soon as I got off work, I came home and slept for two hours. I’ve been awake for two hours (attempted eating, some friends came to visit), and now I’m going straight back to bed.
I’m really sorry, but don’t count on my usual tumblr-posting regularity in the near future.
Hey Kim, did getting your tongue pierced hurt? I'm getting mine done next Tuesday, and I'm just curious as to how it's going to affect my upcoming life, haha. Did it swell? Also, how soon could you change the jewelry?
I have sensory integration disorder, which affects my perception of pain, so I didn’t even feel it. I didn’t even know they were done until they told me. It was a little swollen and sore for about two days, but the only real difference was that I learned that you shouldn’t eat wasabi the day after getting your tongue pierced. I have never changed the jewelry myself, I just went in for them to put the shorter stud in 2 weeks after getting it pierced (they originally use a longer stud to accomodate for swelling). Good luck! :)
““Because I had to fast. I can’t do anything else,” said the hunger artist. “Just look at you,” said the supervisor, “why can’t you do anything else?” “Because,” said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and, with his lips pursed as if for a kiss, speaking right into the supervisor’s ear so that he wouldn’t miss anything, “because I couldn’t find a food which tasted good to me. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart’s content, like you and everyone else.” Those were his last words, but in his failing eyes there was still the firm, if no longer proud, conviction that he was continuing to fast.”—Franz Kafka - The Hunger Artist (via grevedelafaim)
Why are you taking said hydroxychloroquine? And if you go deaf I'll teach ya how to sign...
It’s used experimentally to treat lupus, which I was diagnosed with yesterday. I do sign, actually. I mostly lip-read because I have sensory integration disorder, which means that although my hearing is CURRENTLY fine, my brain mixes up input. So I mostly lip-read, but I do sign some. I had actually planned on being an interpreter until I realized that’d be a shitty profession for me since the deaf people are perfectly capable of lipreading on their own, they don’t need the deaf leading the deaf, so to speak.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.”—In other words, fuck the police. (via coketalk)
“Du bonheur à l’état pur, brut, natif, volcanique, quel pied !
C’était mieux que tout, mieux que la drogue, mieux que l’héro, mieux que la dope, coke, crack, fitj, joint, shit, shoot, snif, pét’, ganja, marie-jeanne, cannabis, beuh, péyotl, buvard, acide, LSD, extasy.
Mieux que le sexe, mieux que la fellation, soixante-neuf, partouze, masturbation, tantrisme, kama-sutra, brouette thaïlandaise. Mieux que le Nutella au beurre de cacahuète et le milk-shake banane.
Mieux que toutes les trilogies de George Lucas, l’intégrale des muppets-show, la fin de 2001. Mieux que le déhanché d’Emma Peel, Marilyn, la schtroumpfette, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell et le grain de beauté de Cindy Crawford.
Mieux que la face B d’Abbey Road, les CD d’Hendrix, qu’le p’tit pas de Neil Armstrong sur la lune. Le Space-Mountain, la ronde du Père-Noël, la fortune de Bill Gates, les transes du Dalaï-Lama, les NDE, la résurrection de Lazare, toutes les piquouzes de testostérone de Schwarzy, le collagène dans les lèvres de Pamela Anderson.
Mieux que Woodstock et les rave-party les plus orgasmiques.
Mieux que la défonce de Sade, Rimbaud, Morisson et Castaneda.
Mieux que la liberté.
Mieux que la vie…”—Julien - Jeux D’Enfants - 2002 (via lafemmequidort)
my joints ache like crazy and i want to take a bath in epsom salts but i’m crazy tired so i’m afraid i’ll fall asleep in the bath and drown and then i’ll be dead and that can’t happen because i have a rheumatology appointment ast 8 am and i have been waiting for this appointments for months and if i die from a bath i took to relieve my joint pain the night before i finally get to see a rheumatologist, that would be sooooo horrible.
Should I separate my personal blog from my art/fashion blog?
This blog has always been my personal blog, but lately it seems to be getting clogged up with kajabillions of pictures I reblog just for fashion inspiration and/or self-indulgent originals. I’m thinking about making a new blog just for those pictures, and keep this as my personal blog (I’ll still reblog pictures that I enjoy personally here). I mean it’s MY blog, but on the other hand, you people are following me for a reason, and I want to serve what interests you. If I put art on a separate blog, would I lose followers here? If I made an art blog, would anyone even follow it? Other thoughts?
My hair could pass for a weight-supporting structure right now.
Also, after brushing my hair for like half an hour, I still couldn’t get out this horrid tangle that seemed to be holding together the architecture that is my white-girl fro. After picking apart the tangle, I discovered a bobby pin inside of it. No idea how it got there or how long its been there.
If my hair is indeed a piece or architecture, I hereby declare it to be in the same state as our nations’ bridges— in severe need of infrastructure overhaul, but still used every day at the risk of life and limb to millions of motorists.