The author, having polished off a couple of tacos al pastor, contemplates her uniboobal future at Curra’s, Sunday afternoon
The Day Of The Long Scalpels has arrived. On Monday morning I’m having my goddam mastectomy. Can you believe this shit, no BBQ or martinis after midnight tonight, and they want me at the hospital at six in the fucking morning. I call that patient abuse.
I’ll be out of commish for a couple of days, but never fear; I will waste no time in posting some gory photos for you. As always, thanks, all yall, for your kind patriarchy-blaming support.