BLAAAAARGH

Mer! Remember when we used to blawg on this thing?! I'm not nearly as fun or funny anymore! But reading back on it I realize that we had a really good time. Aw, I miss these days. But not really, because I only blogged as an escape because I hated my job so intensely.

I don't really have anything else to say... it's 5:25 a.m. and I'm a lot less overshary than I once was. I'll leave you with something I made recently in the old style of Microsoft Paint editing...behold....Space is the Place...to eat noodles from a cup....

jakob dylan and neko case

we've long outlasted the winter

and our last wood pile...

last night i went to see Jakob Dylan at the 9:30 club

his new album was finely played

complete with the haunt of the dulcimer

and lyrics that bring me back to the ole country

i miss you West Virginia

...cause it's certain, everybody's hurtin'

a birthday present from claire to mer

monday greets me with...

swollen eyes
red splotches on face
sushi my friends
not domestic violence

first time this has ever happened from food
(read-cats do it for me)
i would be more bummed about it
if i weren't so sleepy from the antihistamine

barry's tea needs to cool down
so i can driiiinnnk it
at least i didn't have anaphylactic shock!

surriously...firing squad?

Dice is Back

he stopped, collaborated and listened

Batty for Bat for Lashes

http://www.batforlashes.com/

seriously folks, if you haven't heard this chick
you need to
now

speaking of folks
i should probably tell some of them
i'm posting again

maybe

Monday Without Metadate

a fire's remains

damp ashen and grey
all smouldering subsides

unable to sustain
burning in one place
consuming paths

in it's own to perpetuate

take shelter from the flames

before you lose your way

in muddled half life's measure

True Lyaf: Mer Should Donate Her Body To Science, Part II

Dear kids,

This summer has been super fun.

For whatever reason, living in a congested and humid city built on a swamp led to my largest organ having a total meltdown...I know, shocking. Of course, I'm talkin' about the skin!

It all started with a little fun all-natural detergent from Trader Joes. Really, I am not quite sure what I was thinking. Purchasing a botanical item to basically soak fabric which has physical contact with me all day long?! Note: when you are allergic to a vast quantity of “botanicals” approach with the upmost care. It only took me about 10 days to three weeks to discover the source of the irritant. Nothing makes a girl feel sexier than red itchy skin!

Well, once irritated, the litany of annoyance carried through the majority of the summer when I decided to attempt a massive detox using the “Clean Program” (of Gwyneth Paltrow fame). I say “attempt” because an ill-timed visit to New York City and an overall lack of will power totally screwed it up at around day 14 of 21.

This DID however help clear up some of the madness as did the following:

A visit to the Immunologist for food testing…
Allergic to: barley, shrimp, barley malt
A visit to the Gastroenterologist for an esophageal endoscopy and biopsy…
An affirmative diagnoses of Eosinophilic Esophagitis
(an allergic inflammatory condition in the esophagus, yeah)
Another visit to the Immunologist for MORE food testing (this time on my back!) …
Allergic to: peanuts (and pretty much every other nut in existence except almonds and walnuts, green olives, rye, yeast, flounder, pork, tomatoes, potatoes, mollusks, eggs (again?!), etc. etc.

Is this confirmation that I may indeed be an otherworldly being?

So, for all the jokes about living in a bubble (good God, if you only knew how much I wish that was possible) and donating my body to science…

I am donating my body to the National Institute of Health.

Love,

Merlikethesea

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