The Drivel Thread

[Was I ever any good]

Would look even better with a lit cigarette in the side of your chops

 

[Was I ever any good]

You gonna give the Dr a Morrissey
Sticky note then

 

[Light Housework]

You gonna give the Dr a Morrissey
Sticky note then

Thanks for reminding me. Yes.

 

[Light Housework]

I saw my doctor and she’s going to get my heart tested. I’m still on the waiting list for a CT scan to notice something wrong with my right lung. She said she’s going to try to figure out a way to expedite getting me tested for the mold infection (aspergillosis) so that I can get on the antifungal medication. I’m waiting for phone calls for other appointments, for cataracts and a lung therapist. She doesn’t know why I haven’t gotten those phone calls yet, and she sent messages on her computer about them while I was there. I asked her how to go about making sure I get an autopsy when I’ve died, and how to go about donating my body to study aspergillosis. She said she would look into it. She told me to stipulate in my will that I want an autopsy, because I want to prove to my mental health workers and psychiatrist, and herself, that I did have a mold infection. I have never really looked into creating a will. I guess I will look into that over the weekend. My right lung feels plagued. It has all day so far, pretty much. I still enjoyed myself though, writing morning pages, bathing, brushing my teeth, running for the bus, riding the bus, using my phone for Solo posts in the doctor’s waiting room, chatting with a man in that room, and then making it home, where my food is, and I’m hungry. What to eat? The man in the waiting room said he saw a Sade concert in 2011, and she stood up for him, when he didn’t want to sit down. I guess there was a domino effect behind him of people having to stand too, to be able to see the concert. He also said that he gets physically ill if he doesn’t eat meat. I used to go out with a man who was the same in that way. His sweat smelled strongly of uric acid from all the meat and milk he ingested it seemed. He was autistic and would throw tantrums. My throat would feel congested with trauma for weeks after the fact of his tantrums. I don’t remember what the last straw was, that finally permanently turned me off. It didn’t help, that he had another girlfriend who answered his phone and told me to “quit meddling”. What drew me to him was my libido, and his innocent looking eyes. He had rock star hair, and sexual magnetism that he flaunted in sleeveless shirts. He played electric guitar and we made a few songs. A few were interesting, but they were on MySpace, and the recordings are no more. One song was to my sister, called You Tried to Kill Me. It was a good rock n’ roll song.

 

[nicky wire's legs]

It's funny that all the real people you went out with were the most abject losers, yet somehow we're supposed to believe that sexy successful men of the world are in love with you. How is it then that you’ve never actually gone out with anyone who wasn't a total loser???