Scrabble Night

Scrabble Night

Least I have a nice boyfriend who gives a shit and buys me flowers…

Least I have a nice boyfriend who gives a shit and buys me flowers…

I’m quite upset with the incompetence of the health care system in this country.

That whole attitude that goes like: Let’s just prescribe her a bunch of high-grade narcotics and just hope it all just goes away on its own.

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some (legally obtained) narcotics. But idk… When your “condition” includes trigger words such as “cyst” and “over 1/2 a litre of internal bleeding”, and including but is not limited to: vomiting, debilitating pain, hardly being able to walk, no appetite, inability to make a proper bowel movement, AND not being able to work, I think a bi-monthly blood testing and two bottles of Percocets isn’t even cutting it close to adequate care.

Push pin messages… (Taken with Instagram)

Push pin messages… (Taken with Instagram)

#thingsitextboys (Taken with Instagram)

#thingsitextboys (Taken with Instagram)

Check my mid-summer legs!  #pale4life (Taken with Instagram)

Check my mid-summer legs! #pale4life (Taken with Instagram)

Silently judging whilst I cook.  (Taken with Instagram)

Silently judging whilst I cook. (Taken with Instagram)

But you’ve been every now and then on my mind, you’re every now and then on my mind.
The Swell Season

The Curse of the J’s

A J was my first crush,

And my first kiss as well.

Twas a J that took my v-card.

There’s a J who still has a piece of my heart, 

That’s locked away in a tower,

And a J that prods and paws at me 

Before I take a shower.

And J who breaks my heart, just about every other day.

Sometimes words, occasionally neglect, and many things I rather not say.

Someone read my tea dregs many moons ago.

Told me the letter J meant something significant.

Who was I to know?

My name is Katie.
My interests include: Beards, plaid, beer, sad music. television and bad movies.

twitter.com/katiela8ly

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The answer is NOT "kumquat".