The battle is raging far too frequently lately; it feels like there's a demon in my flesh, burning red-hot against my veins and driving me into frenzies of rage.

I need to get the fuck out of this hellhole, I need to see a familiar face, I need to go HOME before I snap- but I have no way to do it and I know that I don't have long.

The shower is finally back up. There's a massive hole in the wall where the manifold had to be pulled out, and the new shower knobs are clear plastic and only turn about one inch, but the water is flowing and the shower head is back on ( Read more... )

BLAAAH ( Read more... )

I know that I hint at it a lot, and I'm certain that I've come right and said it more times than I'm entitled to... But I'm lonely.

( Extended version )

One of the strange things I've noticed about my social etiquette is my uncanny habit of leading every conversation that even somewhat relates to sex to the phrase "I'm a bottom."

( Feminine masculinity )

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome and Reverse-Seasonal Affective Disorder ( Read more... )

My mother constantly asks me to go to work with her in an attempt to get me out of the house ( Read more... )

I rant too much.

So now he has the ceiling lamp on in the bedroom that he commandeered from my mother, obviously in a desperate attempt to interrupt her sleep on the couch ( Read more... )

So, she did call the police... but apparently, because we were outside of the jurisdiction of the precinct that she called, there was no disturbance reported.
Uhmm? o_O

Saves me needing to deal with the police at any rate- all they ever do is insult me...