This is pretty much how I feel about it, too.

Cassandra Disque | April 21, 2006

Condos, condos, everywhere, but hardly a grocery store, clothing shop, doctor’s office, playground, childcare, library, nursing home, hardware store, or much else to be found… unless you can afford to have the neighborhood go the way of gourmet grocers and dress code enforced bars. Oh, Susanna, it’s a dilemma of the highest degree.

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What a mess

Cassandra Disque | April 20, 2006

I still think breaking up with Dr Maude in September was what I needed to do, but I know longer know what the fuck I’m doing. I feel like a total mess, a failure, and an ongoing fuck-up. From the break-up, I knew I’d have to find a place to live asap. I started dating [...]

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glory be, I am pooped

Cassandra Disque | April 11, 2006

Two wonderful news items. My sprog got into her exclusive arts high school where the admissions are based on try outs. It’s one of the top magnet schools in the country and has the Wikipedia entry to brag about it. Unironically, there’s also Wikipedia entries on the magnet schools I attended, which is just what [...]

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Immigrant Punks (and others under the table)

Cassandra Disque | April 9, 2006

This past week I spent Tuesday evening through Thursday morning, and Friday night through Monday morning (4am), asleep. This is probably due to the fact that my body is coming to a crashing halt. It’s telling me, “No more of this! No more insomnia, no more drunken week nights, no more bringing four men home [...]

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"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."


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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.