Pots Perfect
This blog is a collection of rants, trains of thought, and other useless tidbits brought to you by yours truly.
A lot of my blogging helps me keep up with the other POTSies here. (And so much love to you ladies.)
For the rest of you, you might be lost, but i hope you like it anyhow. xx.
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The high was 95 today.
Kill me now. (Ok, or in fairness just give me central air.)
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Chicago hits the 90s tomorrow.
Goodbye cruel world.
…Whine.
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Link reblogged from Sunshine, been keeping me up for days
Because the media reacts like this when we’re less than perfect. Because our emotional range gets stunted and limited.
Because so many aspects of our culture normalize rape on a subconscious level.
Because Kansas and Arizona pass bills that allows the beliefs of…
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So i’m going out to lunch Tuesday with aforementioned superhot friend.
i am not talking about POTS. i am taking pills before i leave the house so i don’t have to do it while i’m with them. i am not using the wheelchair (the restaurant is literally across the street, to be fair.) i am not taking the cane. i am not wearing my compression hose.
This could totally bite me in the ass, but i just want to be normal Buffy for one hour. i do not want this visit to be coloured with the shock of yet another friend trying to wrap their head around how much my life has changed. i just want the option, just once, of not having the whole hour be concern or skepticism or morbid fascination. i just want the option to be hot and normal, ugh.
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Photoset reblogged from But how do we get to Neverland?
so i was on the Party City website and I came across this video and i almost cried laughing
this is actually terrifying
its like some sort of terrible cult
baman rave
“What do you want for your birthday, Harold?” “JUSTICE.”
“TOO BAD NOW ALL OF YOU GET DEAD PARENTS.”
“Wait wha—-“
“YOU PUT ON THE MASKS, YOU ACCEPT YOUR FATE”
Laying on the sofa, fairly cackling. Oh god. Save me.
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Link reblogged from i remember we departed from our bodies.
potsperfect replied to your post: if i ever won an academy award or whatever, the…Is this a real thing? Tell me it’s a real thing.
xanax bars are basically just strong doses of xanax, 2 mgs instead of .25-1 mgs
BUT! now my mind is reeling and i highly suggest we open a small,…Oh =( i got really excited. i was picturing cream cheese icing or some good shit. But YES to the Xanax Bar. YES SO HARD.
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My mumma is so awesome. i just got ranted at by a nutritionist who insists that not being vegetarian would cure me (probably my BIGGEST pet peeve) and who also insists that with supplements and prayer, she can make my life better. Other quote included “I would hate to see this become chronic, you’re so young…” (because apparently 3 years isn’t chronic enough?) and “your mentality is your reality.”
That’s not the awesome part, if you haven’t guessed.
This lady was like “you need this and this and this and you’ll definitely see results!” Which, ok, i’m not opposed to trying most anything (except eating meat, not sorry.) It’s not like being sick is a joywalk, folks.
And then she was like “Yeah, it’s $500 up front.”
So mumma was like “Ok, i’ll pay that if you want to try it.”
And i was all “Bitch, please. i don’t know this stuff works!” (If you know me, this is pretty much a direct quote.)
So long story short, mumma and i ordered two of the same single bottle instead of the whole kit, and we’re going to take them together for the same month and see what’s what.
i love that this will give me an excuse to call her every day, even if the whole thing totally blows. <3
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Because (apparently) one cannot live off macaroni alone.
