She’s Crazy and I Don’t Matter

I have discussed elsewhere in this blog what I call my grandmother's "Lynn Trip."  She lived next door to some monkey-lipped old bitch named Lynn for 25 years.  During this time she was convinced that Lynn was not only coming into her house and stealing from her, but that she was also sucking my grandfather's … Continue reading She’s Crazy and I Don’t Matter

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Sister Mine, Part II

Yesterday seemed to be all about the goddamned Princess. God damn it! It's enough to wither a soul! First, she sent grandmother a Mother's Day card but she tried to get cute about it - she had it written in a strange hand and with no return address. I knew what it was anyway... immediately... Mother's … Continue reading Sister Mine, Part II

The Chronic – not Weed, but Groin Pain

I was born with an inguinal hernia, one of just many physical problems. I had the hernia surgically repaired when I was 4 years old and have had chronic pain issues ever since. All through my childhood I always felt delicate and somehow stretched in my groin region on the right side. I always had to … Continue reading The Chronic – not Weed, but Groin Pain

Paruresis

Paruresis (/ˌpɑːrəˈriːsɪs/ PAR-ə-REE-sis) is a type of phobia in which the sufferer is unable to urinate in the real or imaginary presence of others, such as in a public restroom. The analogous condition that affects bowel movement is called parcopresis. ...Also known as "nervous bladder".  It seems like a "nervous bladder" would be squirting pee … Continue reading Paruresis

Sister, Mine

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Fuck you, too! Fuck you, too! I suppose it is fitting that I should write this entry today, as it is my sister's birthday. I was forced to finally estrange her in July 2015. So, today marks the second time that I haven't had to indulge her in her silly tradition. Every year … Continue reading Sister, Mine

Thelma and Louise

I have been neglecting this blog again - I have been feeling sicker than hell for weeks. I don't know if it's from GMO frankenfood, or if it's from the fresh new blacktop parking lot that just got rolled out 2 blocks away, or if it's from how goddamned pesticide-happy this town is, or if … Continue reading Thelma and Louise

Aunt Francie (aka The Great Pumpkin)

This is another one of the old traumas - dear old Aunt Francie has been dead for 14 years now. (Thank Heavens). I write about her now, because this is, after all a blog of my life experiences, mainly those of the traumatizing variety. This will just further demonstrate how every single important person in my life has … Continue reading Aunt Francie (aka The Great Pumpkin)

The Foster Home

This is another one of the old traumas. I have already written most of it out several months ago in the blog entry titled Mother, but since that particular entry got very long very quick, I have decided to cut and paste the whole bit about the foster home to its own blog entry, here, … Continue reading The Foster Home

The Year of the Dead Rot

This is an old trauma, but I intend to write about ALL of the traumas here.  In part because people keep telling me I should write the story of my life, in part because - who knows, it may be therapeutic? - but mostly because I can. I am writing these as they occur to … Continue reading The Year of the Dead Rot

Mother

I suppose I should start here, as she is the greatest lament of them all. Wow, imagine that, huh? How Freudian. What are the odds? At this point I suppose it would be appropriate to say that she was the greatest lament of them all. She finally got around to killing herself "the right way" in … Continue reading Mother