Ding Dong, the Dude is Dead

This is going to be a really morbid, not-nice, rotten underbelly of a blog entry.  The brutal truth as I perceive it is quite often that way. I don't even know where to start.  Bullying, the long-term effects of bullying, petty revenge, mental health issues, mortality, more fucking suicide, the wildly deviating ways that different … Continue reading Ding Dong, the Dude is Dead

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Seriously, FML Part II

Surprisingly enough, everything everywhere continues to be a festering cesspool of shit. Imagine my surprise. This blog entry is a continuation of my recent blog entry, Seriously, FML. This one probably won't make a hell of a lot of sense if you haven't read that one. I was right - the neighbor DID run her … Continue reading Seriously, FML Part II

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

Rhonda

Let's do another for the I Can't Keep a Friend series! Well, technically, I am still "friends " with Rhonda. On Facebook. But we never, ever talk or comment on each other's statuses. Ever. We just rub each other the wrong way. Strange, I guess, since she was my best friend all through high school. After … Continue reading Rhonda

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

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

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