Karen Lichtman
Bio
Plant based. Runner. Young widow.
Stories (75/0)
What the Hell Am I?
Eep opp ork ah-ah. That means I love you. Oh my gosh. I have no idea what day of the week it is. I have to keep checking. Can you believe that? I need a satellite to figure out something I used to write at the top of my paper every day in school.
By Karen Lichtman4 years ago in Longevity
Sid and Nancy in the Apartment Above Me
DON'T SPIT AT ME! BECOMING A WOMAN UNDER REAGAN What's funny is that I have been getting my period since the Reagan/Bush administration. And at the moment I am trying to figure out why I'm so damn premenstrual so damn early this month. I have all sorts of data from symptoms to cycles saved to Garmin Connect. Guess what. Chicken butt. Their server is down for maintenance. So now my old eggs are trapped in some freakin' satellite somewhere. Do you think there's some sort of strategic period missile defense happening?
By Karen Lichtman4 years ago in Humans
I Will Not Shrink
DEAR JULY, How are you? It's lovely to see you. I just wanted to let you know that I had to separate myself from my mental clinic. It is run by imbeciles. I feel bad for the receptionists there, because they are the Imbicilics' Mercury(s), who do not have this patient's interest at heart. There's a guy there, who I adore, and I think he is fantastic at his job. He sends these love notes to the pharmacy. And then I get to pick up these little pills, which make my PTSD and (newly added) PMDD, a bit more tolerable.
By Karen Lichtman4 years ago in Humans