I once read that about people who make and fold 1000 origami paper cranes. Some do it for luck or longevity or luck or wishes or hope. Some do it for love. Some do it for peace. I assume some do it for the same reason I make ferris wheels. I make them over and over again, fromContinue reading “1000 ferris wheels”
Category Archives: mixing medications
I can’t tell if this happened because I have a medical issue or because I’m just really lazy.
Yesterday I went to pick up my meds and while I was there I handed the pharmacist my prescription for my ADD medication and she was like “Sorry, I can’t fill this one. We can only fill prescriptions within 21 days of them being written” and I guess I can understand that but I’ve beenContinue reading “I can’t tell if this happened because I have a medical issue or because I’m just really lazy.”
Bloggess Life Hacks that might get you arrested, part 87.
PS. I put this on twitter a long time ago but people keep asking why it’s not on the blog. So now it is. It’s sort of a rerun if you follow me on twitter, but it’s still good, solid advice.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HERE IS YOUR PRESENT. THE CAT IS ON THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON AND WON’T MOVE. I’M NOT YELLING AT YOU.
IT IS MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY AND I HAVE A SNIFFLY-ASS NOSE. It should be against the law to not be able to breathe properly on your birthday, but such is the curse of the Capricorn…always having to share a birthday month with Jesus, and usually taking too many antibiotics to have another margarita. But, itContinue reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HERE IS YOUR PRESENT. THE CAT IS ON THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON AND WON’T MOVE. I’M NOT YELLING AT YOU.”
It’s (not) Flag Day.
When I was a kid I was assigned “Flag-Duty”, which basically meant that me and a classmate were responsible for raising and lowering the flag at our elementary school. We were taught the special way to fold it and everything was fine, until one day the wind caught it when we were folding it andContinue reading “It’s (not) Flag Day.”
In The Library
For those of us with triskaidekaphobia the year 2012+1 will be an entire year of forced behavioral therapy. It’s a stupid superstition but one I still struggle to shake as (for me) it’s wrapped into a weird layer of OCD-based terror. In my mind, every time some one says the unlucky number, everything becomes unlucky forContinue reading “In The Library”