Fun with vaccums of all sorts

Cassandra Disque | May 29, 2005

Anal sex: because it’s more fun than a colonic! Actually, I vigorously disagree with the above. The plastic bed is an all too familiar place for my ass to be spread: That’s where the colon hydrotherapy is done. I wrote a big old thang the size of a poop on it last July, but never [...]

please forgive the lack of capitalization because my left ring finger really hurts

Cassandra Disque | May 27, 2005

what started out as a glorious friday went to hell in a hand basket when the wrath of god (or john safran) decided to unleash the second coming of the great flood into our apartment. after spending years living in various basement domiciles, i had grown used to a certain life style. in basements, you [...]

Food processers are great!

Cassandra Disque | May 24, 2005

Taste of rot in my mouth. Spicy curry and beam&coke from a can. The local on the corner closes at 11 but the liquor shop where you can buy single serves is open until midnight. There’s no open bottle law here. And the point is? This is me on a deadline, despising the way my [...]

I’ve been hurting since I bought the gimmick about something called love

Cassandra Disque | May 23, 2005

If I’m single, I can live where ever I want. I I’m single, I have to go back to sleeping with the electric blanket because there will be no warm body to suck the heat from. If I’m single, I don’t have to clean up after a messy and inconsiderate boyfriend. If I’m single, I [...]

The Confession to End All Confessions

Cassandra Disque | May 21, 2005

The Confession to End All Confessions A while back I started reading β€œOn Not Being Able to Sleep: Psychoanalysis and the Modern World,” which seems to be about four different things at once. I originally picked it up because I thought it was about writers and their insomnia, then was swayed to buy it due [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

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."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.