It's like living in a time machine. Little girls are supposed to take typing,and become secretaries, and snag a husband, and have kids, and be a housewife. And housewives are supposed to wake up before everyone else in order to make breakfast. But no one respects that. And housewives are supposed to keep the home... Continue Reading →
...and so, like the asshole I am, I comment with things like, "Am I the only one who's actually losing weight and didn't stock up in junk food?" No one likes it when I do that... which, I have to admit, makes it a little extra fun for me.
Several times over the past year, there's been a woman with two young children who walk past my house. I don't know if they live here full time. They're here now, but that doesn't mean anything. I used to see them a lot in the summer, and that used to make me think they were... Continue Reading →
I already have an inferiority complex about my superiority complex. I don't need to be thinking I wished the world would stop - and then it stops! My id cannot handle that kind of coincidence.
Although to be fair, I'm not really being true to myself if I'm not offending someone.
It's weird to be a manic depressive and be able to maintain a relatively happy day-to-day. In the past, I have known this feeling to be a trap. But since I stopped drinking, it's so much easy to understand what happy is supposed to be like - and more importantly what it's not supposed to... Continue Reading →
This is the third chapter three I have started. I'm really hoping to finish this one. It's already sort of written itself in that I wrote it, but it was a message to a friend I'm working with on a charity art auction. She asked me, "How are you doing? (Always a weird question now?"... Continue Reading →
For those who have been waiting for a sign that it's time to get their shit together, well... look no further. It is upon you. This is it. The time is now. How you respond, react, behave, and take care now will be the measure of who you are as a person for the rest... Continue Reading →
I've lost six pounds over the last couple weeks, and the only thing I'm doing differently is being even more terrified than usual about eating food prepared by another human. No fast food, no deliveries, no shirt, no shoes, no service. Plus I want to keep my immune system healthy, so I'm avoiding refined sugary... Continue Reading →
I can stay in my lane all I want, but people are still throwing lit cigarette butts out their windows as they pass... they're still driving under the influence, they're still cutting me off, they're still failing to use signals, and riding their brakes. They're still right on my ass, leaking oil, and openly carrying. They've... Continue Reading →
Sometimes suicide is like a plane crash; sometimes it's like being black-out drunk. Sometimes humans do things they don't mean to do, but there's just no way to ever take it back. Because sometimes suicide is like a murder where the killer & the victim look like the same person, but they're not.
It is time to start demanding to know what medications mass-murderers and suicide victims were on at the time of their death and/or shooting spree.
It's time to find out how big a role prescription drugs play in these mental breaks.