You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

summer always begins erratically. my summers for the most part have been pleasant experiences...but they always begin on an odd note. not really bad - just odd.

i'm switching where i do my medical-oriented things from now on...*shivers* my doctor, or at least the one they got to poke & prod me this time, grossly misdiagnosed several things about me and told my mother i needed a bunch of injections. now - were this true, i would have nodded and gone "damn - alright". i'm passive. but i knew it wasn't true, my mother knew, and i'll be taking my illnesses elsewhere.

i wish i didn't live in rural appalachia. there are no good doctors here. on top of this, having to search far & away for a new doctor, i'm increasing my therapy, but that's a good thing ^-^ i need that. i can't burden other people with my being sad (which is more spite than politeness, but still) and i want that which is wrong with me to away itself soon.

other than that - i got my hair done today ^-^ and my it looks rather like kat bjelland's.

*ugh* - 'tis of late! but i'll be back to bug you again tomorrow. promise. and everyyybody welcome back natttaaalliiiieee!!! *MWAH!* ~ evening, audience.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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