Cassandra Disque | February 27, 2003
Brush your fingers down my inverted spine, draw my hips to you and pull me close, folded in threes onto your lap where I sit curled in the delightful smell of your cigarettes and whiskey, nuzzled against your chest with my fingers in your hair, falling into the sleep of an overdrugged insomniac — the [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 22, 2003
The fog is thick and heavy tonight, not unlike my clit, which is still throbbing from all the excitement. The passion cramps are flowing through me, shuddering across my “little red corvette” through the rest of my body, spreading down my legs which are somewhat numb and tingling at the very nerves. It’s not from [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 14, 2003
Now you can get candy hearts that say RETURN MY CDs. That is completely my Valentine’s Day experience. That and “STOP CALLING ME.” I don’t know if they make those, but they should. The others are fantastic as well. These are from the same people that brought you the Demotivator cards and posters that we [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 12, 2003
The U.S. federal appeals court ruled on Tuesday that mentally ill inmates can be forced to take anti-psychotics in order to be sane enough to be executed. I stopped taking my prescription anti-psychotic, Risperdal, a few days ago. Don’t piss me off or I’ll get wicked on your ass, though apparently that doesn’t matter anymore [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 11, 2003
I went to CDepot today to try and cheer myself up. I am going to do this music thing even if it means I end up in a hospital bed with complete nerve failure. Fuck it, I don’t care. Anyway, CDepot is on the larger side of a middle sized independent music store in College [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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