It’s still not even pouring, motherfuckers

Cassandra Disque | September 25, 2007

On one hand, this past Thursday night, the 20th, I found this letter on my car’s front windshield when I left work. On the other hand, at work on Saturday night, I started getting a headache. Dave said he refrained from coming up to say hello to me because I “looked angry.” I got off [...]

Ms Fucks-a-lot’s biggest fuck-up, ever

Cassandra Disque | May 31, 2007

aka, A Bunch of Reasons Why One Night Stands Are Bad Forgive me if you weren’t around in my life as 2002 came to a close. Forgive me, also, for having deleted that journal last year (), which means I don’t have anything online to link for reference. If you weren’t around or just don’t [...]

Laughing my way to the vaccination experiment (this time, I’m getting school credit for this)

Cassandra Disque | February 18, 2007

There have been approximately 120 strains of HPV discovered so far. Of these, 37 are sexually transmitted. The others cause non-cancerous types of skin viruses, such as plantar warts (strain numbers 1, 2, 4 & 10), common warts (strain numbers 2 & 7), flat warts (strain numbers 3 & 10), and subungual and periungual warts, [...]

sometimes it’s like a hiccup

Cassandra Disque | January 9, 2007

I’m listening to The Good The Bad and The Queen, whose album may may may be out in a few weeks time, finally. Do what you want to me, but Damon still makes me swoon. Sometimes, I’m still 15. When I get upset, have a relapse, get sick, or reach catatonia, the space between my [...]

Sex Law Musing #2

Cassandra Disque | November 7, 2006

Conversely, I wish I had used the law to my advantage before the statute of limitations expired. Under Maryland law, “a person may not engage in a sex act or vaginal intercourse with another if the victim is 14 or 15 years old, and the person performing the (sexual) act is at least 21 years [...]

"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.