It might be that it’s a sunny day and getting closer to spring, and so my low barometric pressure and Seasonal Affective Disorder issues are lower today. Or it could be this really hope-filled Vanity Fair (yes, Vanity Fair! Wait for it) article I read this morning helped me pass an emotional kidney stone. Or it… Continue reading ruminating changes.
That quote pretty much sums my life up right now. Let’s start with the bad news, shall we? Bad News #1 – my trust levels are at an all-time low, I’ll just be bluntly honest. Getting stalked and harassed and then obsessed about on the Internet is the opposite of fun. I did have trust… Continue reading bad news, good news.
So. My birthday’s on Tuesday. Fighting really hard not to head right into an existential, depressive mode. I swing between loving being on my own and being terrified (note: the terror swing typically happens towards the end of each month when I am living on fumes in my bank account). Or I swing between hating… Continue reading 2 days before tuesday.
Well, I have good news for this place (for once), and my good news is that I officially see light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel I’ve been in for several years. It affected my chipper outlook on life (and other people), I (personally) believe it played a part in the… Continue reading schedules shmedules.
Before my weekend is officially over (and thank god for once, because Valentine’s Day is our stupidest holiday), I want to come and just quickly write something about my mom. She loves reading when I write about my dad, but after my last entry, she wanted to make sure I know she was watching me… Continue reading mom sacrifices.
Yesterday was February 12, the 15th anniversary of my dad’s death. It’s hard to believe my dad, my very smart and big-voiced dad, hasn’t been around for 15 years. Fifteen years ago at this time, my whole world was altered. Fifteen years ago, my world had always been one way and then suddenly without notice… Continue reading me too, marcus.
One time, in Mexico, I was almost gang raped and/or sold into sex slavery. I was living in Yuma, Arizona, which is located right on the US/Mexico border. A woman I barely knew invited me to go club hopping in San Luis, Rio Colorado (Mexico) with her. So I went. We were sitting in a… Continue reading yellow bellied gut trust.