Minoo

It's been two and  a half weeks since Minoo died.  I got weepy about that as recently as today, but maybe I can write this now without booger-snotting myself all up over it. Even though it has little to do with this particular blog entry (and all of these cats are dead now)→  want to … Continue reading Minoo

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Tremendous Anxiety

The worst kind of anxiety is the kind that has no prompt resolution. I will be worried for a month or more about whether or not my recertification for SSI will be accepted or denied.  I just filled out the paperwork and put it in the mailbox - even that makes me anxious, as with … Continue reading Tremendous Anxiety

Wasted Holiday

No, I didn't get literally wasted (drunk) but yesterday (Memorial Day) was a huge wasted holiday anyway... not that holidays mean a goddamned thing in my life or are in any way different than any other day (outside of knowing that other people, somewhere, are presumably having friend-and-family fun, which is something that I have heard … Continue reading Wasted Holiday

The Shopping Trip to Hell

Shopping is always hard on me, thanks to MCS (multiple chemical sensitivities) and to being stuck with dealing with the bus. I keep trying to see the positive sides to my horrible, horrible shopping trip yesterday, but still, some 11 hours after I finally made it home, I am still angst-ridden enough about the whole scene … Continue reading The Shopping Trip to Hell

Mad/Sad/Bad Part II

Today hasn't been the best, mental-health wise. Celebrity crushes are no good for me because I am stupid an unreasonable and super-immature about it when they have, or get a girlfriend. I try quite valiantly to avoid crushing on ones with wives. I am green with envy, I mean I hate that bitch (whoever she might … Continue reading Mad/Sad/Bad Part II

Mad/Sad/Bad Part I

Well I just threw a fit on Facebook again. I'll cut and paste it here. ↓ I've got people tagging me in shit like this: https://www.facebook.com/charliediggs/videos/10206755130381580/ and in shit like this: Usually when I do these rants I feel embarrassed afterwards and delete them, but here goes for now: How the hell am I supposed … Continue reading Mad/Sad/Bad Part I

The Paternal Grandparents

I did not meet my father for the first time until I was - I forget how old exactly - 19? 20? Something like that. It wasn't a nice experience. For reasons detailed elsewhere in this blog I ended up back in the town of my birth, where I met my father and his parents … Continue reading The Paternal Grandparents

Homelessness, Part I

I have been homeless twice in my life. I posses a deep-seated terror that I may someday experience Part III. My counselor assures me that I won't. Man, I hope she's right. Homelessness Part I occurred while I was still in high school. Due to the trauma inflicted upon me by my Aunt Francie, I ran … Continue reading Homelessness, Part I