Always the last to know.

So everyone knows about this "I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as there isn't and find out there is."~ Albert Camus-guy but me, huh? See. That's what I get for not reading books and toiling away my life at a mindless, corporate job. Well, I hope Johnny Depp doesn't mind too much, but my new crush is Albert Camus.

Also liked his other quotes, especially the one about "“Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.”

Ooo which reminds me, it's that time again, to post my tribute, my happy-twist reminder to me of why my last job nearly killed me from the inside-out, and I'll never have that kind of job again. And, it makes me feel like love. And I owe God everyday for jettisoning me out of there. I swear, I do, in the most heartfelt, smiling way.

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:


"Life is 'all about' you - touch someone, and you will live well."
~ La B. Monkie



Also, new ramblin' posted at very O+
if you're needing an uplifting coffee break.

Found a new blog today from a comment left from WindWhisperer (thank you for the comment!). Checked out her blog -- love the quotes, photos and inspirational thoughts. Keep and eye on this one. She likes The Police, too. Hey that reminds me, I had a scribble that referred to that topic -- lemme repost that in my respect for their drummer...

Ooo, reminds me, too, to put on The List:
get my copy of PhotoShop on this computer
so I can start colorizin' m'scribbles again...

Me and mo made pho ga,
and it was goooooood.
This is my drawing, in mixed media*

*highlighters and redleads
pilfered from her office drawers.

Does anyone besides me think Brad Pitt is highly overrated?
Gimme Johnny Depp, en francais.

Gamblin' fun and shrimp buffets at itpwtf
if you're up for that loose-slot action.

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Freshly-baked updatelet on itpwtf if you need it.
Personally, I'd recommend
a vanilla creme-filled Howard's Donuts instead though!

"Hey, It's Monday!" Scribute:

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

If you ask me, my face needed the fluff.
My mom said she's just a little bit jealous and
wants some fluffy-face, too.
And she means it, too.
Better hide the steroids.
That crazy woman shakes her butt at me in the mornings
and says, "Shake it, don't break it, it's already cracked!"
And then she runs off like she just spray-painted
a gang symbol on my overpass.

Yep. Better hide my steroids from her.

PredniZone-fueled updates
if you need 'em on itpwtf and very O+.

Have I posted this one yet?
Most probably.
But hey, who doesn't need another scribble
of a dog mesmerized
over what seems to be a cream danish.
Or maybe it's a cinnamon roll...or spiral pasta
or a beef wellington...
steroids make you hungry.
I think I'll have an apple now.

Lovely platelet-fueled updates
if you need 'em on itpwtf and very O+.

xox - bny

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

(Yeah. It's too easy, but also just too hard to resist.)


Note: Thinking ahead,
this was my scribble-prediction
before the treatment,
which was sheer spine-ripping hell.
But I can say, slightly cringing,
it still applies.
It's just now,
I'm honestly filled with more of a feeling of sorrow
for that ex-boss than anything else.
And that is the truth.
And that's the last I'll ever say on that.

Got some updates at itp wtf for those keeping up with this whole thing. And I'm starting a new blog as a storage-house for positive research bits for anyone like me searching for "What To Do to Get Better with ITP." The more I look around for information, support, or tips, the more I've found ITP is such a shruggable unknown, and it's hard to find any positive notes on it. People are scared. And trust me, so am I. This disorder is flat-out terrifying. With ITP, the only thing that is sure is that you are out of control, in the hands of a doctor, and "ITP Happens." I thought I was compassionate before, but empathy pain apparently can stretch your soul as wide as the sky. ITPer's need daily headcandy just to get past the steroids alone. Besides, whaddya expect. The labmonkie research chemist daughter in me needs to poke around for more info. It's called Very O+. Yeah, I'm gooby. You knew that!

By the way, have I told you today you're awesome? Awww. Well. Ya are. Say "Thank you, Valium." He's so sweet. Smooch.

Special smooches to Tara, Bushra, Meredith, PasteBomb, Bart/Mamie/Hannah, and The Angry Czeck (whom I applaud for his unsurmountable surliness and abilities to read through my painful haiku-style soy-jerky posts, so you see, it is my Tao to only add this level of frustration to your supreme angriness, but you don't have to thank me).