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Monday, August 26, 2013 ( 12:08 AM ) shut up christine this is my most favorite fragrance in the entire universe 
grand duke of tuscany jasmine
its flowers are the size of quarters, and last only about a day
when i die, i would like to have one of these planted on my grave
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Sunday, August 25, 2013 ( 11:20 AM ) shut up christine last night i dreamt i was in church a regular mass (i haven't gone to church in YEARS except to attend weddings, funerals, and baptisms) i had just rolled out of bed, i'm wearing a gray crew neck t-shirt and my elementary school PE shorts (i still wear these PE shorts in real life all the time as pajamas, they're approximately 19 years old!! elastic is shot and crotch is threadbare, but i dunno, still useful. is it weird that my 30 yr old waist is about the same size as my chubby 11 year old waist?) also, i am barefoot. we are lining up to receive communion, and when i reach the priest he abhors my outfit. he stops the mass and goes into a sermon about inappropriate clothing for church i am shamed in front of the entire congregation then he turns to the choir and he directs them to sing a song a song about me dressing/being a whore whore whore i'm not sure what it means. i do know that last night i ate chicken (my sister's el pollo loco leftovers) for the first time in many many years. and just like that, i decided i will not be vegetarian anymore. perhaps chicken gives me nightmares # Monday, August 05, 2013 ( 12:30 AM ) shut up christine my sister has had two phallic-like plant things on her balcony for years. not cute. one had rotted out and i intended to throw both of them away, but decided to show the remaining one a little tlc one day it gifted me these flowers  amazing what is possible when you give a little love # Sunday, August 04, 2013 ( 3:59 PM ) shut up christine full circle in the last month i completed my 30th revolution around the sun makoto and i celebrated our third year together and i settled into a new home and new job huge milestones :) every day i am reminded of a particular moment in time that set a series of events in motion. 2007 monsoon season. the tekra had flooded, displacing hundreds of people they sent a group of us volunteers into the tekra each of us armed with a backpack of band aids a mob surrounded us, clamoring for help in a language i didn't understand pointing to their open wounds embarrassed at my uselessness, i gave out my stupid useless band aids and repeated the words i'm sorry probably a thousand times that day i didn't know at the time how this experience would influence so many of my choices in the years to follow six years later i am a home health nurse many times i have the uncanny feeling that i am retracing old steps again i am sent out into the community each day with my backpack of band aids except this time around i also carry with me a knowledge and skill set that took me all this time to build i don't have to say sorry to you today. i can help you now i would like to mention a specific incident last week i was in a patient's home and he had to be taken to the ER within minutes a group of paramedics rushed in, filling the room with their testosterone one of the medics was somewhat rude to me maybe this speaks volumes about my insecurities, but during our interaction one thought pervaded my awareness: had i been more attractive and beautiful, i doubt he would have spoken so condescendingly to me. as i'm giving my report to him (i'm wearing scrubs btw) it was as if he thought i was a layperson. as if i didn't speak english. it's bizarre when this happens to you professionally. i overhear one paramedic ask another, "does this look like VTACH?" i think to myself, homeboy. how can you not know what VTACH looks like? for the record, i do speak english, and ekg reading is my specialty there are people who will always judge you by your appearance. for future reference, shut it down. prove them wrong # |
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