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Colorful Language

I was about thirteen when I first said the ultimate bomb: fuck.  I recall that I felt a little self-conscious at first.  And then I did it again.  It got easier.  Third time?   I owned that baby!  I’ve been “fucking” … Continue reading

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Feelin’ It

Balls, man.  I’m feeling it. I don’t know when I’ve ever been this tired.  Maybe it’s the Tamoxifen (or “neat mix of” if you’re into anagrams).  Maybe it’s the Death Star.  I dunno what it is.  But I’ve never been … Continue reading

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Time

Time marches on. Well, the concept of time, that is. When I was in a high school science class a bunch of us complained about how slow time passed; when I was in school we lived—lived!—for mid-June, for that meant … Continue reading

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Sadistic Dumb Little Fucks

I am a person who tends to live in the present; and it has its good points.  For one thing, you generally treat yourself well.  If I want to veg in my pajamas all day, I do it.  If I … Continue reading

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Burning Giraffes

I began to notice changes in my boob a little over a year ago in January 2011.  Though the doctors assure me that the Death Star was likely not there then, that is when I first became of aware of … Continue reading

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Getting Organized

I’m an archivist by profession.  And an anal-retentive control freak by nature.  Yes, I am one of those folks who has successfully managed to combine my personal satisfactions with my career.  And outside the general douchebaggery of office politics and … Continue reading

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The Death Star

I learned that my tumor was 99% loaded with estrogen.  Nasty little bugger.  Feeding on MY hormones in order to try to kill me.  Cancer cells are stupid.  Sure, feed on my hormones.  Then I die and then there’s no … Continue reading

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