Rectal Prolapse — whereas my mother just speculated that it was a severe GI bleed compounded by an open wound. The internet knows everything.
by krisis
My hamster’s ass fell off.
I don’t know how else to explain it, really. In the day and a half i was gone she apparently escaped twice, and maybe she licked up some Clorox or ate some mouse poison, but when i picked her up tonight her bottom half was a mess of fur matted in blood and strange inside out shapes and i put her back into the cage before Gina came back out of her room because i couldn’t look anymore.
I took her out just now, and it seems to have gotten even worse… she just gave me a blank hamster stare from her black marble eyes as i tried to discern what was the matter, but i quickly gave up and let her go back to sleep.
I hate this day already.
Lately i have been screaming my voice thin, pummeling it as i scream for the high notes over and over again. This weekend it was Bb. If i could do that every day i would be a tenor.
There is still snow on the ground from last week’s snow day, though today’s temperatures in the 40’s felt like a summer vacation as it turned back streets filled with ice into soggy puddles to dance around. I remember when i first walked back from campus after the snow, unbroken white covering the field on thirty fourth street. A group of students were just convening a game of full-tackle snow football, and i almost asked them if could join in before i realized that i was wearing clompy boots and sexy jeans and was in no shape to be a pro full-tackle snow football player.
I get so convinced in moments, living out the highlight reel of my life as it follows a split second possibility. Rockstar. Run-away to Australia. Professor. Hit by a bus, Working in the office for the rest of my life. Pro-sno-baller.
Undecided. I wound up going out for some salad and bubble tea.
Typical.
Trio: Season 3, #4
trio: season 3, #4
Excuse, The Morning Sad, Wait
Excuse, The Morning Sad, Wait
Wow, new lyrics, i could almost faint… they aren’t very polished yet (lots of weird logic), but their catchiness is already coming together. I feel as though i was channeling Heart at the time…
Wait – (Peter/Gina)
Lying here on the floor, waiting for you. It’s what i do even though i don’t want to want you, but you’ve got my heart on a string. I wish you’d keep it tied to you, but you leave it to yo-yo around, and i never know quite what to do! So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you.
You call me on the phone, and i wish i pretended i wasn’t home… when i hear your voice i let you in, i hold you close. You twist my guts up, baby, and it’s fucked up how we can’t deny each other for long enough for us to decide. So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. I would do anything to amuse you, to crack that stoneface baby i’d do anything break on through. Until i do i’m just like another wolf howling at the moon, because i know what i want and i need it soon. I don’t want to wait for you.
By the time i hang up the phone i’m hung up on you all over again; every time i think i can put it to an end we just begin. I swear you off and then you come over to stain the sheets. The next morning you leave me alone, sitting on the washing machine.So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. I can’t, i can’t, i can’t.
I can’t wait for you.