Symposium

really tho-actual post for me which is both rare and isn’t something someone else has already said: little lady-you fucking amazing thing-my hero and like, really, six inches shorter than me which is a big deal to you-lol!!! So soon your “bionic arm” will be mortal again and you’ll be back to your normal self. but either way-loves you.

scottfriday:

misanthropic-byproduct:

I get bored and make music playlists for people. And by “music playlists” I mean “mind blowing orgasmic sex”. And by “make” I mean “have”. And by “for” I mean “with”. And by “people” I mean “myself”.

Srsly, that shit is legit-she’s like a mother fucking dj with that scene. SUCH a fucking scenester-lol.

scottfriday:

misanthropic-byproduct:

Also, wish me luck. Right around the time this post pops up I OUGHT to be finding out if I get to have the bionic port yanked out of my arm. I’ve been having infusion treatments all this week.

That’s roight, Nerds, the good stuff. Once this week is finished I can go back to posting all my majestic and enthralling posts in real time and not be a dirty, dirty cheater.

Plus, shucks, I just plain miss all your shenanigans.

i dunno what the fuck she’s talking about, but i’m completely engrossed.

please, do go on.

She just kicked Relapsing Leukemia’s ASS!!! Shortie Best Little Buddy FTW!!

misanthropic-byproduct:

I am invincible until the day I die and so are you.

misanthropic-byproduct:

philinyourbrain:

misanthropic-byproduct:

After some consideration and discussion, I’ve decided to pursue Pathology. Laws concerning physicians and other medical professionals with seizure disorders are in place for patient safety and are very necessary. I’m glad they exist. They just happen to napalm any chance I have of practicing the medicine I initially wanted to practice.

Not so, in the delicate field of organic processes and dissection. Nobody will really mind if I randomly go unresponsive over a petri dish or lifeless torso. The malpractice insurance won’t be nearly as steep! Wuuuuu!

Path affords me the chance to continue in a branch of the field into which I have worked my ass off to get. I’ve been quite morose and grumpy thinking all my education could possibly have gone to waste after my head injury in March. In retrospect, I can’t believe it took me this long to figure out this option. Hrm. I really DID hit my head pretty hard. Meh.

I called this sophomore year in highschool after you got all pissy when you found out the Anatomy Lab didn’t have real cadavers in it. “PIG HEARTS? What is this? 6th grade fuzzy feelings forum? I want to play in someone’s guts!”

lol

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I forgot all about that. It reads much more macabre than I remember it sounding though. Gall. Hahaha.

lmao geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks