So Tuesday morning I am awakened by the sound of Beth being REALLY pissed off and dishes being flung into the sink. I ask Bryon what was going on and he says his mom was mad because he changed the channel from the news (that Beth was watching) to his cartoons without asking if she was finished with the TV ( Read more... )

I am not drunk, but I have been drinking. Apparently I still can't use FB because... well, I'm not posting stupid shit, but I don't think I'm thinking. Or something. I think. LOL ( Read more... )

It feels good to be home. To hug my mom tight goodnight and kiss my dad good morning on his bald spot. To step out to get something from my car in the lingering twilight and smell the grass that was cut that morning. To hear a life and vibrancy that echoes between the buildings ( Read more... )

I deleted yesterday's entry. One reason was that I was rambling and, perhaps to some, making excuses for my behavior.

But I had an epiphany this morning, and I realized that I'm going to be okay.

Fuck the surgery. Any dentist worth his salt can pull a few teeth.

I'm not sure how much more of this shit I can take.

Five years ago I told you a story ( Read more... )

Alright, time to see how much I can get out here without being a downer ( Read more... )

Anyone looking at this, whether you have an LJ or not, is looking at this because they know me. They know who I am, what I do, how I operate, and (hopefully) consider me a friend ( Read more... )

'Round and 'round we go. People need to stop dying ( Read more... )

I feel numb again.

No, I haven't done any drinking today; however I won't rule out doing so later.

I'm gonna cut to the chase here: I just found out one of my teachers died yesterday. My middle school Italian teacher, this short thin woman who was so full of spunk and fire, is gone. She was 54. FIFTY-FOUR. That's just over my mother's age ( Read more... )