23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I’ll pull your dick through your asshole and out the other side!"
my mom, explaining how she felt when a student of hers referred to four-year-old me as “that bitch” because of which school I had gotten into
My piece for the upcoming show at Gallery1988 - A Woody Allen Tribute show called “The Humorist” This will be a limited edition of 20 signed and numbered prints.
The show opens this Friday in their Venice location - More info HERE
My mom quotes this all the time. :)
Afternoon/evening plan: clear stuff in hallway, errands (deposit paycheck, buy shampoo & possibly candles [please?], new bra, ~free gift~ at Sephora), dinner out with Mom, see James Bond movie with Mom! Bathe dog, Skype with David, sleep.
Tomorrow: Clean bathroom!!! Vacuum/clean house. Lunch. DAVID
talked to mother to ask about possible family trip to the botanical gardens on sunday.
ended in her loudly (in her office where all her co-workers can hear her, thanks bitch) getting mad at me because i haven’t yet determined how much the psychiatrist consultation will cost today
told me to “call the office right away” to find out
i explain that there is no “office,” the number i have is simply for the psychiatrist, who i know has appointments all morning, but i will try
tells me to ask immediately when i go in, i ask, is there a certain amount that means i should just walk out?
says no she just wants to know this ahead of time