it's a nightmare premonition morning
family huddled over the phone to hear a voice say -- i think -- "help me". was it my mom?
every time i crawl into bed, the fear and worry hit me.
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Mom spent the day in the ER.
My brother spent the evening down there last night after we left, stressing her out and worrying the shit out of her... more shit about our dead nephew. He's not the boys parent, yet this has been his fucking thing since it happened.
I'm angry at him, more than anything. Angry at all of them, burdening my mother time and time again with their fucking problems. We're all a bunch of cowards with low self-esteem and agoraphobia, and she's been a crutch for us our whole lives. I love her, and I hope she makes it through this, but my siblings and I have done this to her.
He better not fucking call me tonight or he's getting an earful.
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taking branches out to street after mowing the front, neighborhood cunty mccuntersface #17 with her darling little cocker spaniel tells me (twice, as i had to take off my earbuds to hear her repeat it) that the garbage guys just came by today to take off the rubbish. yes, bitch, i know, i've lived here long enough to know when the goddamn sanitation crew swings by. now fuck off.
did i say this to her out loud? no, i said something polite.
taking a small break from yard work to bitch about this semi-publicly.
busybodies piss me right the fuck off.
did i say this to her out loud? no, i said something polite.
taking a small break from yard work to bitch about this semi-publicly.
busybodies piss me right the fuck off.
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it's a sunday, what else is there to say?
we did the jesus thing.
instead of coming straight home for lunch, she suggested we ride bikes and then have lunch. she is one of the unerringly positive forces in my life.
we went four miles on her new bike. with hand brakes and shifters. i am so proud of her; if she keeps this up, we'll both be the better for it. had to convince/cajole her to ride the greenline but she enjoyed it in the end. she is me reborn in so many ways. poor thing.
she is playing the sims 3 on ps now and i'm playing witcher, which was just patched to fix a game-breaking bug i'd encountered.
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i think porn has permanently reprogrammed my mind. i don't know how to approach a woman, don't know what is appropriate, don't know what i want, and probably wouldn't know what to do with it if i found it.
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nfl starts tonight. gotta call insurance for my roof leak in the morning.
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have been reading "last exit to brooklyn" by hubert selby. it's brutal, and raw, and real, and engaging. my eyes are failing me though. and i get random bites in my bed while reading. planning on cleaning off my bed and washing my linens this week.
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i guess there was a lot to say.
we did the jesus thing.
instead of coming straight home for lunch, she suggested we ride bikes and then have lunch. she is one of the unerringly positive forces in my life.
we went four miles on her new bike. with hand brakes and shifters. i am so proud of her; if she keeps this up, we'll both be the better for it. had to convince/cajole her to ride the greenline but she enjoyed it in the end. she is me reborn in so many ways. poor thing.
she is playing the sims 3 on ps now and i'm playing witcher, which was just patched to fix a game-breaking bug i'd encountered.
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i think porn has permanently reprogrammed my mind. i don't know how to approach a woman, don't know what is appropriate, don't know what i want, and probably wouldn't know what to do with it if i found it.
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nfl starts tonight. gotta call insurance for my roof leak in the morning.
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have been reading "last exit to brooklyn" by hubert selby. it's brutal, and raw, and real, and engaging. my eyes are failing me though. and i get random bites in my bed while reading. planning on cleaning off my bed and washing my linens this week.
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i guess there was a lot to say.
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watched "heaven adores you" tonight and cried multiple times, just like i knew i would.
the guitar is out again for the first time in awhile, and chords are coming, but seriously what's the point?
i'm sitting here hoarding somewhat passable music, like a dragon collecting mismatched socks.
until i play a song live, in front of people, which i may never do, i don't see what i'm doing here.
the guitar is out again for the first time in awhile, and chords are coming, but seriously what's the point?
i'm sitting here hoarding somewhat passable music, like a dragon collecting mismatched socks.
until i play a song live, in front of people, which i may never do, i don't see what i'm doing here.
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