Things related to that reality thing people are always going on about.
If you’ve ever read Douglas Adams, you’ll understand why I feel like the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. (A beast so mind-bogglingly stupid, it thinks if you can’t see it, it can’t see you.) For those more Earthbound, I’m playing ostrich, with my head stuck in the sand so deep I can barely wiggle my […]
Hiding in Plain Sight Read More ยป
Anyone who hides behind the rules instead of doing what they damn well know they ought, needs to be gotten rid of. Think of all the things that would get better. All I want to do is cash a measly little $120 rebate check for his cell phone. I can prove he’s dead, I can
Bureaucrats Should be Shot Read More ยป
I don’t know. All I know is I am in hell. Again. I’m pre-enrolling students for next year, which basically means I’m marking their records that they intend to come here, and updating their contact information. And every time I come across parents that are together (most of them are, these are GATE kids, and
Maybe It's Tuesdays Read More ยป
Five days. It’s hard to comprehend. I have survived without him for five days now. Am I supposed to celebrate? People are expecting me to start getting back to normal. I’m usually indecisive, but lately it’s been hideous. Someone asks what I want to drink, and my mind goes blank. Then I think about why
The End of Day Five Read More ยป
He’s dead, and they don’t even notice. I just searched the sites of the local paper, and all three local stations. Three, people, this isn’t New York City. I searched his name, the name of the motel, the street the motel is on, suicide, and drug overdose. Nothing. What gives them the right to decide
Why does everything have to be so complicated at such a time? I do things when I need to cope. That’s how I survive. But I’d much rather be cleaning my house than trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do about an obituary. I’m guessing I’m the one who has to do that,
Do They Make This Crap Up? Read More ยป
You tried to make me ashamed, tried to separate us, tried to make me give him up. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. For being mentally ill, and an alcoholic–RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC, damn you!–he received a death sentence. But hey. He’s not messing up our lives any more, right? You have achieved your end, triumphed
I Will NOT be Ashamed! Read More ยป