I have very jumbled dreams ( Read more... )

Allow me to share with you a conversation I just had with a caller ( Read more... )

Scene - my office, a room about the size of the average living-dining room in most houses, with small cubbies around the perimeter. Seven stations. All of them are full ( Read more... )

There is nasty rage-y flailing at me! WTF, I say ( Read more... )

I've been off the interbuttz for roughly three weeks now. This has not stopped nor even slowed the flow of annoying, loony, and just plain stupid callers. Not even a little. Cut for the teal deer herds.

( I’ve Told You This Isn’t The Escort Agency )

I am a frigging MAGNET for the mentally ill. I don't get how or why, but it sure seems to be true.

Did I ever tell you nice folks about the security guard who rambled at me about MRIs and mind control? I speak to him every night that I work. He doesn't talk about this stuff very much, and I'm grateful. It's creepy shit. ( It's also really very sad. )

The Mum has been home since Friday afternoon, and for the most part is behaving sensibly. Has done some household chore-stuff, is not spending extra time curled up in bed, and is having (relatively) sane conversations ( Read more... )

When The Brother moved here from Back East a couple of years ago, he seemed really interested in tales of the local hooker horde, them what camped along a couple of streets not far from Ye Olde Flat of Diaz. For a long time, I figured his interest was in the comedy, as there used to be a woman who lived along one of those streets who had a habit of ( Read more... )

Being religious does not mean you are a good person. It just means you are a religious person ( Read more... )

Damn it, where's MY cow ( Read more... )