This is probably going to hurt your feelings to realize, but in America, at least, it is the only thing that seems to be able to define a person. The haves, the have-nots. The do you have enough money to… Continue Reading →
I know, I know, who would want to be dead of something that has a 99.9% survival rate? Well, let’s think about that a minute. Is surviving enough if you are left with a good possibility of early onset Alzheimers,… Continue Reading →
One thing about not smoking weed is your dreams come back with a vengeance. I am not totally prepared for them, as I am pretty sure when you are dreaming in sequential order from youth to current, it might be… Continue Reading →
Well let’s admit, it wasn’t a waste in every sense, just in my time. Right now I am kind of losing my shit, trying my best to keep myself calm, while also conspiring to have a plan. I haven’t been… Continue Reading →
I did the class on blogs and learned I should entitle these entries such innocuous and flowery shit, but I still have a tendency towards poetry, though a lot of it has been washed out of my mind with those… Continue Reading →
I meant to write something fabulous for Christmas. Ours was the general uneventful it typically is–hanging out in here, avoiding the world of the infected. There are so many now. Don’s only friend died the day I wrote that last… Continue Reading →
I am terrible with updates. Not that I have all this amazing shit going on. That’s a lot of it. I tell my birth father I try not to bug him so much with shit news because who wants to… Continue Reading →
Can you imagine what future historians are going to think of our roaring twenties? Maybe it will be known as the Corona 20’s vs the Roaring Twenties. What an absolute disappointment, right? The truth is there were very few of… Continue Reading →
So my grandmother isn’t doing any better apparently. Her sudden turn has me going back to 2001 and 9/11 actually. See, she was supposed to outlive me. I know, pushing 90 seems like a strange comparison to my life, but… Continue Reading →
I realized something last night thinking about my grandmother and her husband. He died on Monday and she is now in hospice and things are not looking great for her. I know I always say I don’t believe in regret,… Continue Reading →
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