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December 18th, 2011

"I miss the way your neck wraps around my face like a cave we are both lost in"

“I miss the way your neck
wraps around my face
like a cave
we are both lost in”

- Jon Sands (via loverofstories)
December 18th, 2011

theswingingsixties: Velmar deep pile fabrics in fashion…



theswingingsixties:

Velmar deep pile fabrics in fashion advertisement, November 1967.

I saw this woman on the subway last week who was a perfect version of me. My same hair, with the same streaks I was thinking about putting in, a dark blue vintage cape, a dark pink metallic skirt, gold metallic tights, and these cute blue shoes with huge pompoms. It was inspiring and depressing at the same time. This photo might be the same.

December 18th, 2011

Today’s little deaths.

Got up, an hour late because last week I left three of my medications at a doctor’s office, where they nicely called to tell me I had left them, and then when I arrived the next day to get them, said whoops we threw them out. At 4 pm on a Friday when I couldn’t get in touch with the doctors who had prescribed those drugs to try and arrange for refills or something. (Doctor’s office where I left them was a whole other one! Because I can totally afford seeing 9,000 physicians a month at $50 per visit, not to mention the time.) So I was in a lot of discomfort and couldn’t sleep.

Gaedve Fritz his chill pill so we can go to the vet for his lungs. It doesn’t seem to relax him as much as it should/usually does, but we have to go so we go. Carrying an 18-lb cat four blocks to where the ZipCar is really great in my condition. Then the ZipCar won’t unlock, I call them, they have no reservation, I point out the confirmation text AND email I had gotten, they agree to unlock the car. It is some totally baffling new car and I can’t figure out where anything is, but we are late, so we leave.

Tons of traffic, get stuck on the bridge. Fritz is screaming and panting and he throws up and cries and loses control of himself and cries more and I cry too and promise him we are almost there, and also pray that all of the precautions I took (3 beach towels) are keeping all of his production off the car. Thankfully, they did, but he was a disgusting, reeking, miserable mess when we arrived.

It was a terrible day at the Animal Medical Center. I saw three families lose their pets. It is the saddest saddest thing. The couple next to me, their cat died and they decided to donate his body to the AMC for research, and all I could think about was how Barrycat had died there and the vets gave them a little clay impression of his paw. I don’t even know what happened with the other people but so much grief in one room. The vets were crying. It’s too much too bear when something that has so much trust in you goes to a place where you can’t help it.

When we finally got in, Fritz’s lungs looked good, which is a huge relief. Maybe it is a seasonal thing. I showed Dr. White the video of Fritz cleaning Monster and she was all THAT’S THE CUTEST which is really part of a vet’s job. She even took it back to show the vet tech who helped Monster when she was in the hospital. I have to give Fritz a special bath once a week because the steroids are giving him cysts (like mind give me!) and put antibacterial stuff on them. Weirdly, for a cat who loses his shit (lit.er.ally) when he has to go in a car, he will take a bath pretty much no problem. Monster has to go on some weird gel that will take all of my Jack Bauer skills to get down her throat. It’s a phosphorus binder, since her kidneys are shutting down they don’t process the phosphorus, and the binder is like a magnet that the phosphorus sticks to and then she passes it.

When we were leaving, in the parking lot I saw a gurney with a dog-sized body on it and a sheet and a woman standing next to it sobbing. I didn’t know what to do—I mean, do you just walk past a person and respect their privacy, or do you stop and try to offer a little comfort. I said, are you waiting for someone, and she nodded yes. And I said, I’m not in a hurry, I can wait with you (although actually I was stressed about getting the car back in time, also, I had the world’s stinkiest cat ever in his bag, but by that point he had at least exhausted himself).  She looked a bit torn—in my head, she didnt want to be alone, on the other hand didn’t want to impose, on third hand, who was this crying woman with the smelly bag? Right then her husband or whatever pulled up and they put the body in their car and left. I sat in the car and cried some more.

Got lost three times on the way home. Now going to cry some more. Kiss your loved ones. Even if they smell sometimes.

I can’t even begin to reconcile the tense switching going on here.sorry.

December 18th, 2011

“We Three Kings,” Blondie



“We Three Kings,” Blondie

December 18th, 2011

Eating a gluten-free, dairy-free burrito in solidarity w @maura and bec I bought it by accident. You…

Eating a gluten-free, dairy-free burrito in solidarity w @maura and bec I bought it by accident. You have no idea how she suffers.

December 18th, 2011

BEST.



BEST.

December 18th, 2011

This is exactly what happened to me. Two years went away, and I…



This is exactly what happened to me. Two years went away, and I haven’t come back.

December 18th, 2011

superseventies: Boys at the skate park, 1970s. Photo by David…



superseventies:

Boys at the skate park, 1970s. Photo by David Scott.