Look for tonight’s #mccgala. Thank you Erin for spotting the dress on Asos & thank you French Quarter for supplying the headband. Never let a chance to wear pink feathers pass you by.
PS: Last year’s look — that hat was such a hit, I figured I’d half-recreate it.
They’re not August tomatoes, but they’ll do.
The 20 Best Disney Animated Feature Films (via flavorpill)
Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat’s the only cat
Who knooooows
Where it’s at.
Bryan Cranston (via somethingchanged)
Oooh this is good. This, in a nutshell, is probably why M. and I fight approximately 90% less than we did four, three, two years ago. There was a time when we just wanted the other to recognize The One True Truth and how bout you fuck off if you don’t. Not the best way to build a relationship, not the best way to get through life.
But now, we can negotiate. There’s room for that. There’s room for feeling differently about things. There’s even room — maybe — for Two True Truths. Most important, there’s room to recognize we’re still pulling on the same end of the rope, to steal a terrific phrase from Emily.
Mind you, we’re still working on it, but we’re getting there.
(The other reason we don’t fight nearly as much? You just get tired of it. It’s sort of like how there was a time you thought you would never not have sex with him every time you got in bed with him. Hell, every time you got near a flat surface alone with him. And then, over time, you find you can. You don’t think it’ll happen to you, but it will. It happens to every couple. it’s unfortunate and it’s inevitable but the other side of that coin, for us, is we also fight less, and that is good. No — it’s essential.)
My friend Diego is back in the hospital less than a year after a successful kidney transplant with stage III non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I mean, let those words sink in for awhile.
There are certain people who seem to suffer so much more, it’s like they’re suffering for the rest of us (I’m thinking, too, of my boyfriend’s ex, who at 25 had a stroke and nearly died of an aneurysm and then she was in a fire that nearly killed her and then her beloved dad died at age 59 of cancer).
I don’t know.
Got nothing to say here except I’m trying to take a moment to be grateful for my health, my parents’ health, my sister’s health — your health.
And…
Go Diego!
Just another infusion Thursday. Good thing there’s wi-fi and laptops.
Lab results are great. Creatine level (kidney function) is the best it has been since they started measuring back in 2010. The big oncology cheese thinks it’s because his kidney was stressed by the lymphoma and now that the lymphoma is being dealt with the kidney is functioning closer to normal.
I thought it was the 40 oz of root beer he had for breakfast.
I’m sure if Diego was awake right now he’d tell me to thank everybody for their support, it has meant a lot to him. But there’s nothing like 400ml of Rituximab to make a guy feel like a nap.
-dan
Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” vs. Soul Train (via exbestfriend:ariverisariver:ratsoff)
I have sooooo much to do BUT! tomorrow is the MCC Gala and I have the cutest fucking outfit to wear (hint: feathers) so let’s just do this.
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