Today I tried to dig you out of my brain. As I pulled weeds and lifted soil to create an aesthetically pleasing garden I thought of you and W. I longed to be able to dig memories of you out the same way. I wanted to dig six feet deep with only my hands, tossing … More Mud Deep
Demon Slayer Seeks Sidekick: The Follies of a Former Mental Patient Seeking a Friend to the End (Read Day Two) Day Three Friday May 6th I reluctantly look at my emails to see it full of messages from this dating site. I roll my eyes. Is this really what is necessary for me to enter … More Demon Slayer Seeks Sidekick: Day Three
Day Two: Thursday May 5th I wake up to 60+ messages. That’s flattering. I attempt to read and respond to each message for politeness sake. I try to keep an open mind as I’m scrolling through terrible profile pictures and misspelled headliners. There is Armpit Guy; perhaps he was going for a more artistic shot, angling … More Demon Slayer Seeks Sidekick: Day Two
Demon Slayer Seeks Sidekick: The Follies of a Former Mental Patient Seeking a Friend to the End I’ve avoided online dating up until last week. Hell I’ll give it a shot and if nothing else I should come out with some decent little stories. What’s a little humiliation between friends? Day One: Wednesday May 4th … More Demon Slayer Seeks Sidekick: Day One
Depression is a sneaky bastard. It rudely invites itself inside, eats on your brain, and sucks the good parts of you through a crazy straw. It snarfs down your give-a-fuck like dessert. … More Face-Planting on the Broken Road
*How have I gone so long without knowing about the Fuck You letter? Warning, a gratuitous number of ‘fucks’ are contained within. But, blissfully, they are no longer contained in my brain. Dear CLD, Fuck you. Fuck you for not loving me. Fuck you for making me believe there was a good man under the … More Dear CLD, Fuck You.
It is absolutely ridiculous I feel it necessary to validate my writing. If you believe I am not over the men (men ppppffffffffffftttttttttt) in my past relationships you are in the wrong place, darlin’. I started this blog because there are no groups to attend in my area, unless I want to pull a Marla … More You & Your Horse
A series of ex’s and the debacles, er, relationships which helped shape my deranged look on life. Chapter Two: The Ghost a.k.a. The Good Doctor a.k.a The One I Married (read Chapter One here) Part I My skin is persistently damp and permeated with the divine aromas of enchilada’s, smoky fajitas, tangy fresh limes, and salt. … More How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity II
Reasons to chop up your coworkers/customers: Headphones are clearly inserted into my ears so bypass me for the next hour. No? You’re still talking? Your ear will display nicely in a clear acrylic cube on my desk. Perhaps the bloody visual will deter future interruptions. Why are you asking me to copy and paste a … More What do you mean it isn’t Thursday?
I’ve been working on the next chapter of my How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity series…it sucks. Like painful kind of suck. Like, sucks the marrow from my fragile, rebuilt exoskeleton. I want to ditch the whole project. I don’t want to think about it. How I fucked up. How that man … More Tuesday Thoughts: Malleable Titanium Exoskeleton