Thursday, August 6, 2009
august 7
Alonso de Ercilla y Zúñiga, 1533
Elizabeth Báthory, 1560
Emil Nolde, 1867
Mata Hari, 1876
Louis Leakey, 1903
Albert Kotin, 1907
Garrison Keillor, 1942
Charlize Theron, 1975
Natalie, 1983
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
my dad got a puppy
p.s. Its name is Gumball.
my favorite place ever in the world
I am at the doctor. I am so thrilled. I consider it the first phase of my birthday celebration. No. I got bit by a fucking spider. So that's great. And the embarrassing crybaby meltdown I had while trying to find a parking space downtown, the one that had been building up for a number of weeks, most likely, was just icing on the cake of my fabulous almost-my-birthday day.
But. I have a prescription for antibiotics, so I won't die from my "venomous insect bite." I also won't get gross zombie rot like I saw when I googled "spider bite." You should definitely NOT do a Google Image search for "spider bite." (Or "zombie rot," for that matter. Blech.)
In conclusion, I have survived the following today: spiders, downtown, meltdown, the doctor (ARNP, actually, oops), and zombies.
I am so special.
spider is our mother
from A Dictionary of Symbols by Juan Eduardo Cirlot






