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

The Typical Absent Father

    My father was such a non-entity in my life that it almost didn't occur to me to devote a blog entry to him. But then I figured, is he not after all just one more poignant example of what a shit-show my life really is? He certainly is. My grandmother is an enabler. She … Continue reading The Typical Absent Father