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

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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 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

The Lonely Sucka-Foo’

Here's another sad tale for the “I Can’t Keep a Friend!” series! After a series of unfortunate events, in my early 20's I found myself homeless in Seattle. This was back when Beyonce was still just a member of Destiny's Child, and Britney and Justin ruled the world. This was back before the world would watch … Continue reading The Lonely Sucka-Foo’

A Pedophile’s Dream

I can't keep a friend! Seriously, I am incapable. This makes me wonder if I am just a horrible, insufferable bitch, but then again, when I contemplate the actual stories involved in the dissolution of multiple friendships - stories that I will share here - I contemplate two other possibilities. It is possible that I am just an … Continue reading A Pedophile’s Dream

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