Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Perfect weather for it...


I wrote this as though I hadn't heard the results. I think it would be just as relevant if things had gone another way...


It's time to build a campfire hold hands, and sing a little kumbaya. 

If your candidate won, celebrate. Be grateful. But be gracious.

To continue to argue your point or insult the other candidate/party is hurting our nation by keeping us divided and angry.
It's time to heal, to cooperate, to be kind.


Parents, you are setting an example for your children. The jokes, the mocking, the memes...we are saying it's ok to be a bully or to laugh at jokes at someone else's expense. I am not innocent in this.

Christians, we should be the first to act with grace and humility, the first to love our enemies. This is the time to let your words and actions be your witness.











Thursday, November 3, 2016

Debt versus Death, I choose the latter

ECT (electroconvulsive therapy) and TMS (Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation) couldn't fix me. Throw in some kidney failure and voila! I'm in so much debt and still would rather not be alive.
I'm getting all these bills and calls and my first reaction is "well if I died this wouldn't be a problem."
Unfortunately that isn't an option so I'm just going to hide and cry and probably cut myself.

Friday, October 14, 2016

2FAN and Polka

2nd Friday Art Night is a thing where a bunch of galleries downtown stay open late. There are exhibit openings, food and beer from locals, and my favorite...live music.

Tonight I had a freak-out. I drove past the first place I wanted to go, started crying, and kept driving. I ended up crying in a parking lot outside this museum, one I almost kinda feel comfortable in.

I went in, eventually, tucking in behind an old couple to pretend I belonged. There was a "ghost story" thing and I finally started to breathe normally.

On to my second stop. First thought: I know nothing about wine so I just pointed to the prettiest bottle and said "that one!"  Second thought: CHEESEDIPCHEESEDIPCHEESEDIP. Third thought: HL frames represent!



No thoughts after that. Just men with accordions, doing the chicken dance, and polka-ing my arse off. I chuckled the whole way back to my car (which made me look even crazier so I laughed harder).

Be a fool. Have fun. Hang out with old folks.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Fail

Cleaning, consolidating...

Should I file my SSI paperwork under "f" for "fuck up," or "l" for "loser,..." Hmmmm...
Perhaps "s" for "shame?"