Every time I post late in the day (or don’t post for whatever reason) people email me, call, text, or tweet me. It’s been an amazing experience to share my love with as many people as I am able to through this blog. Because I didn’t post this morning (sorry), a friend emailed me a
I understand that gender stereotypes are not cool. It’s just a fucking joke, people. Get over it. Anywho, look what happens when I shave! Before: After: See what I mean?! The Boy even told me he wants “the old Rory” back. I may never shave again. In other news, I spent the majority of the
This weekend, I did a lot of cool stuff. I made bread. I hung out with people I don’t see often. I generally did stuff. I also said a lot of things, and made promises. Monday night, I came to the realization that I had been manic. Sometimes, it sneaks up on you! The problem
I came across a list of comments foreigners had to say about American habits. It reminded me of why I dislike living in America sometimes. 1) Americans eat a LOT of food. We have HUGE portion sizes. From IHOP to Claim Jumper, we have portions that are so large that most people have to take
This weekend was a blur. I have been doing crafts, including making an apple swan! But it came with a price. I’ve been manic, which sucks. Last night I was up until 4am. Ick. I tried to sleep, really, I did. I’ve just not been nice to my body the last few weeks. I keep
It’s hard to talk about PTSD. It’s a hell of a disorder to deal with in so many ways that it would take me years to fully explain it. The real bitch of it is that my form of PTSD is my own, and not like anyone else’s. In some ways, it’s easier for me
Last week, my doctor told me I won’t be seeing her anymore. This was expected, because she is a pediatric doctor, and she was a temporary replacement for my last doctor who just up and quit. It went well, I guess, with one caveat. She suggested I alter my drug routine. I SHOULD NEVER FUCK
It’s not too often that you read something knowing how awesome it’ll be before you read it. But I knew that when I recently got the Hyperbole and a Half book by Allie Brosh that I’d love it. (I had pre-ordered it months earlier.) I’ve read Allie’s blog for years, and so I already knew
This post is a big deal. I could do a metric ton of lead up, but I know what you really want: The first and last (but not only) thing you need to know about mental illness is that it LIES. Yesterday, I felt like I’m not crazy. For the first time in my life,
Yesterday we took our cats to get “fixed.” We brought them home, and Jenny immediately left to take the Girl to Girl Scouts. This is the text conversation that ensued: Rory: Our cats are defective. I’m not sure the vet “fixed” them. Jenny: ???! Rory: I think they are in shock. I recorded it, look!
