September 2009
3 posts
Scenes from a GChat Marriage
I.
(Local Providence celebrity “Frank the R-Rated Hypnotist” dies.)
Me: “Dylan, please call me when you get a chance. Frank Santos the R-Rated Hypnotist has died.”
Dylan: “Let’s just try and remember all the good times. Frank would have hypnotized us that way.” “Live every day as if it’s your last day to see Frank the R-Rated...
Mi mas sentido pésame
I’m just hoping the inside says, “Our most sincere condolences that you can no longer die without having known what an industrial steel sink brimming with gallons of pale yellow, viscous peritoneal dialysis fluid looks like.” ‘Cos that’s the kind of sympathy I need right now.
El Extraño Retorno de Diana Salazar
clinical rotations begin tomorrow. i’m on the infectious disease floor. this is how i look in scrubs:
this is how i feel in scrubs:
the prospect of wearing the same rough blue paper bag-lookin’ mess every day same as everyone else has totally brought back the last vestiges of my fuck you mom i’m a PUNK and NO you can’t wash it past. i thought i was over this kind of...