Miserable Twisted Mofo

No doubt I probably should be placed on anti-depressants (plus anti-cholesterol meds and something to bring down my blood sugar) but fuck it.  I’m not willing to numb myself out to make other people comfortable, so they can live their lives with all the pawns in proper position. Although I do occasionally use cake.  Oh, and I did take a recreational Vidodin yesterday. I’m not enjoying my life.  My daughter is in the basement, where she spends most of her time when we’re in the house.  The single time I mentioned the possibility of divorce she began to cry and…

Tell Me Your Secrets

I have finally signed off of Facebook and am once again sputtering in disgust at the lack of original thought which exists in the place I spend so much time.  (It’s very much like real life, when I find myself taking over the conversation with my in-laws because no one speaks about anything other than recipes or weather.) Now there are polls.  People don’t even have to write a single line of content, they can just vote yes or no, Coke or Pepsi.  Egads!  I’m not asking for every single fucking detail about the overwhelming love you feel for [insert name] (blech!) or (God…

The Twisted Nature of Life &/or A Conversation With Mom

Spring has sprung and in all the excitement I picked up the phone and called my mother.  I know!  What a bizarre way to celebrate.  We’d had no communication since Christmas.  I’d essentially cut all ties with her and my sister due to the most recent stupidity.  When I say “cut all ties” I did it the virtual way, by blocking them from my Facebook page like a passive-aggressive dork. I’d made a snarky comment about Mom on my page & she’d replied with something like “You must be talking about some other mother I’m unaware of, I don’t give a shit what…