infinitely curious & painfully nostalgic.
send emails to: firstname.lastname@example.org
oh hellllllllllll yes
Today’s top book news item:
Laura Ingalls Wilder’s rough memoir of frontier life, which served as the basis for her Little House on the Prairie series, will be published this fall as Pioneer Girl: The Annotated Autobiography. The Associated Press reports, “The not-safe-for-children tales include stark scenes of domestic abuse, love triangles gone awry and a man who lit himself on fire while drunk off whiskey,” adding, “Wilder and her daughter Rose Wilder Lane, herself a well-known author, tried and failed to get an edited version of the autobiography published throughout the early 1930s.” It will be published by the South Dakota State Historical Society Press.
on a muuuuuuuuch lighter note, i went to an adult gymnastics class last night and it was great.
plus, i got to watch all the circus people train while we learned which was worth at least half the cost.
so here’s your ramble and psa for going to the dermatologist:
dark spot on my chest gets darker. nurse sister and friend who’s had many spots cut off harass me to go to derm. finally get derm recommendation and go. derm immediately says “yeah, i’m taking it all. i expect this to be melanoma. i’ll call you by the end of the week.” two shots, three stitches, dark spot cut off in full.
call my dad who promptly freaks out and freaks me out. cry. wait 24 hours. wonder how people handle far far more terrible cancer diagnoses. contemplate own mortality. drink wine.
answer phone call. hear bad news with good implications. melanoma but relatively shallow and defined. hear need for follow up and name of plastic surgeon. prepare for possibility of lymph node dye test. call parents. digest being 28 with a malignant diagnosis. be greatful for all above mentioned people in my life.
—For my lovers of HEDWIG, my friend E (reminder: her boyfriend is IN HEDWIG WTF IS HIS LIFE) reminds me just how much cooler her life is than mine
Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.
im pretty sure the last 24 hours were exactly what personal days were meant for and yet, here i sit
the attic of the bookstore has instructions of how to turn the lights on and off for yourself because they assume youll be perusing by yourself.
as i sit here with a few inch scar pulsating in pain:
you people who have elective surgeries must be fucking insane
Thanks to the positive peer pressure of friends I had a dermatologist cut off that dark spot… 2 shots and 3 stitches later, I wait and welcome anyone’s good vibes, since he actually opened our appointment with “Yeah, I expect that to be a melanoma.”
… to hump day?
i woke up on the absolute wrong side of the bed. i hate everyone today, myself included.
the 90s mixtape radio hour reminded me this song ever existed.
fair to say the lyrics were… over my head at age 10.
my cousin did the un-ice-bucket challenge where she made a video that said she not only dontated to ALS but she donated to the ACLU in honor of mike brown.
so, not everyone on the internet is terrible and annoying these days.