(musings from an upstart crow)
I’ve been feeling somewhat rather like shite on and off and things suck no less than usual, for the most part, but I am in fact still breathing for those of you who may have expressed concern. Love and lollipops from the Corbidful One who does not die no matter what they do to her.
“There was nothing wrong with her that $100 wouldn’t fix.” Only in my case it’s more like $2,000 and an emergency Zoloft prescription. PS: To Tina’s brother and his girlfriend – hope you’re safe and well and that you realize things are not as bad as they seem, but also fuck you very much for … Read more
… my goose is cooked – the fat lady has sung – the devil wants his due, etc. My life has persisted in becoming a nightmare of Jobian proportions and now on top of the job layoff followed by loss of income, followed by loss of transportation and a job offer way too far away … Read more
(noun) [SHAWD?n?froi’?dah] 1. delight in another person’s misfortune: “Hal felt an eerie mixture of empathy and schadenfreude whenever he listened to his friends discuss their problems.”
…simple neglect. I ask very, very little. That doesn’t mean I want nothing. So maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Maybe I should stop being so easy going and understanding and then I won’t ever be in a position to be treated like a doormat again. Maybe failure to be demanding is essentially saying to … Read more
…I have too much on my plate.
Wanted: some sort of divine being or pantheon or mythical entity I can invoke to solve my immediate concerns just to the degree that I can cope with them and reverse my sour luck. Vengeful Father Gods and crucified martyrs need not apply. The proper candidate will enjoy my songs and praises and libations as … Read more
Today I will make a half assed attempt at succeeding.We’ll see how it goes. Arete, mi amigos.
Every time I get up, and get the willpower to try and do something about the mess that is my life I get kicked in the head. One of these days I’m going to conserve the pointless effort and just not get up again.
When I swore I’d never write about this, I guess I lied.The part of it that none of you will ever understand, that I can never explain, is how much it hurt. The absolute bloocurdling, mindsplitting, unfathomable pain of my guts spilling out into my body cavity and my spine all but snapped in half … Read more