where or what is my giant dr. base??????????
This journal is in 2 Parts
Things I have recently forced myself to understand:
- I cannot continue to believe that I am capable of handling the work and school load which I currently am. It is not possible and what health I have is waning and not waxing.
- I have been making irrational decisions to save money and time.
- I am a big ole can of crazy
- In order to take responsibility for my own happiness or lack there of, I will be taking next semester off to catch up my savings and not starve.
- It is going to be difficult to explain to my grandparents. I like to hide the crazy from them.
There are spiders in my home. Or there were. I got the shit bit out of me and raided the whole house. There’s a super huge one living in the guest room window. His name is chauncy and I’ve decided not to try to kill him, because he is extra frightening and if he’s behind glass I know where he is.
Also, I had a rather unpleasant row with my dad. I will no longer be discussing anything financial or academic with him.
I miss my beautiful spouse, my huckleberry, katherine elizabeth, boobsnake, mr. jones, and fellow ducklings, kittenbear, and my lovely. Also I greatly miss my pillow, which my dad is being an ass about sending to me.
I am reading a wonderful book. The Strange Incident of The Dog in The Night Time by Mark Haddon and it is beautiful.I feel like Im reading the thoughts of the best damn lovedog that there ever was or could be. Also I saw Yukon, who is my favorite living dog, day before yesterday. What a good man he is.
< That was atleast 2 weeks ago.
Well well, I suppose there is a sunshine over the flood almost. I stopped freaking out now that I have made my decision. I made rent, just barley but I made it. I got my kittie. He is a frisky little devil and I love him. I have so many names I wish to name him.
My pirate housewarming went well. Lots of swashing and buckling. Pirate to the max. We drank a good 2 handles of rum and had swordfights and smashed open co-co-nuts and failed at singing tom waits.
It was excellent.
I’m not making the money I should at work. Luckily with the break starting I can get a lot more hours.
I need to go see my cousin. I still haven’t.
Not a lot is new. That is the problem. I feel like a shrew living in my awesome trailer all alone. Only Rodney comes to visit me and gets his ass kicked in glaga and backgammon. Good friend. No one watched scrubs with me except my excellent cat.
I need to cuddle. Bad. I mean more than that I need some sweet hot lovin, but I’d settle for a good cuddle.
Oh I ate bacon. why does it have to be so delicious. and i died my hair. its alright. i dont love it. but i couldn't afford to keep up the red.
Just found out something awesome. Guy is selling my piano picture at SUSSI. (PS Guy I need another copy of that!) Haha. I may just indulge my vanity moreso. Lets take a vote. Should George do some casual modeling to pay her rent? Hmmmmmm? I’ve I’m going to be a princess who is alone and miserable in a castle/trailer, then I suppose it couldn’t hurt.
Anyway. Theres my mile long entry. In short, my life is fucking crazy and but I’m doing all right. I’m broker than I’ve ever been before, but b/w stealing toilet paper from school and food at work it’ll be ok. I wish I could stop being so nostalgic about “back in the day” when I had friends and sex and groceries and cable to watch scrubs on. booh motherfucking hoo.
Things I have recently forced myself to understand:
- I cannot continue to believe that I am capable of handling the work and school load which I currently am. It is not possible and what health I have is waning and not waxing.
- I have been making irrational decisions to save money and time.
- I am a big ole can of crazy
- In order to take responsibility for my own happiness or lack there of, I will be taking next semester off to catch up my savings and not starve.
- It is going to be difficult to explain to my grandparents. I like to hide the crazy from them.
There are spiders in my home. Or there were. I got the shit bit out of me and raided the whole house. There’s a super huge one living in the guest room window. His name is chauncy and I’ve decided not to try to kill him, because he is extra frightening and if he’s behind glass I know where he is.
Also, I had a rather unpleasant row with my dad. I will no longer be discussing anything financial or academic with him.
I miss my beautiful spouse, my huckleberry, katherine elizabeth, boobsnake, mr. jones, and fellow ducklings, kittenbear, and my lovely. Also I greatly miss my pillow, which my dad is being an ass about sending to me.
I am reading a wonderful book. The Strange Incident of The Dog in The Night Time by Mark Haddon and it is beautiful.I feel like Im reading the thoughts of the best damn lovedog that there ever was or could be. Also I saw Yukon, who is my favorite living dog, day before yesterday. What a good man he is.
< That was atleast 2 weeks ago.
Well well, I suppose there is a sunshine over the flood almost. I stopped freaking out now that I have made my decision. I made rent, just barley but I made it. I got my kittie. He is a frisky little devil and I love him. I have so many names I wish to name him.
My pirate housewarming went well. Lots of swashing and buckling. Pirate to the max. We drank a good 2 handles of rum and had swordfights and smashed open co-co-nuts and failed at singing tom waits.
It was excellent.
I’m not making the money I should at work. Luckily with the break starting I can get a lot more hours.
I need to go see my cousin. I still haven’t.
Not a lot is new. That is the problem. I feel like a shrew living in my awesome trailer all alone. Only Rodney comes to visit me and gets his ass kicked in glaga and backgammon. Good friend. No one watched scrubs with me except my excellent cat.
I need to cuddle. Bad. I mean more than that I need some sweet hot lovin, but I’d settle for a good cuddle.
Oh I ate bacon. why does it have to be so delicious. and i died my hair. its alright. i dont love it. but i couldn't afford to keep up the red.
Just found out something awesome. Guy is selling my piano picture at SUSSI. (PS Guy I need another copy of that!) Haha. I may just indulge my vanity moreso. Lets take a vote. Should George do some casual modeling to pay her rent? Hmmmmmm? I’ve I’m going to be a princess who is alone and miserable in a castle/trailer, then I suppose it couldn’t hurt.
Anyway. Theres my mile long entry. In short, my life is fucking crazy and but I’m doing all right. I’m broker than I’ve ever been before, but b/w stealing toilet paper from school and food at work it’ll be ok. I wish I could stop being so nostalgic about “back in the day” when I had friends and sex and groceries and cable to watch scrubs on. booh motherfucking hoo.