Mangos....sweet mother ( Read more... )

Working on the backroom is emotionally hard. Prior to my father using it as his bedroom (and then moving out of it...)it was our junk room. Theoretically there are items in that room that haven't left their spot in over twenty years. So, as I'm picking my way through the crap moving this and that I stumble upon my childhood. All I can think ( Read more... )

And I can't please anyone! Mom and I butted heads hard on Saturday. Oh well, at least she has stopped yelling. You see...I can't very well keep all my crap from school in a nonexistant space. There is a lot there and I lack storage. The only way I can get rid of the pile-o-crap is to finish the backroom. This requires her to let me move stuff ( Read more... )

I have screamed until my veins collapsed ( Read more... )

It is a sad thing when your entire day is spent thinking about how much you hate that fucking whore ( Read more... )

So things worked out with Chas. Which gave me 24 hours of exhiliration.

Then Satch dies. Guilt. Anger. Fear. I'm so pissed at Renee, I'm so pissed at Bev. But I blame me more than I blame them. Ishowed her him and his problems. I showed her him again. I wrote information down. I kept tabs on him during the day. I tried. HOWEVER. I did ( Read more... )

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

"If God brings you to it, He'll bring you through it."

Now, if only one of those little "current mood" foxes could portray absolutely miserable.

*sigh*

The song is the biggest tease. Once the greatest find two days ago and now an anxious threat. The words, meant to be true, simple and sweet are almost a frightening threat.

All I can do is sit and wait.

What a day. (I've been starting a lot of entries like that lately ( Read more... )

Thursday ( Read more... )