I've written about my life with focal epilepsy here and there, I'm sure anyone who's been on this blog before is tired of hearing about it. My boss is at it again. (She's not the main focus of this post for once, nor does she deserve to be at this hour, but she got me … Continue reading Late night epilepsy rant with a little of my boss thrown in.
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Random crap so I can say I blogged something.
Warning: Diary dump.... scroll away as fast as you can. For some reason I can't get the emotional energy up to finish writing the five or six things I started in the past week. A friend dilemma, issues with my parents, life changes, stories... It's too heavy and I can't make the effort. It's the … Continue reading Random crap so I can say I blogged something.
Do I keep the book or return it? You decide.
Yesterday, I was browsing in Barnes & Noble and saw the collected poems of Anne Sexton. I read her short bio on the back and thought, this looks interesting. I'm going to put her on the shelf next to Sylvia and Virginia. Anyways, later on I decided to Google her and discovered she freaking molested … Continue reading Do I keep the book or return it? You decide.
Three Years Ago Today
Early September is a good time of year to think about birthdays and deaths. The beautiful summer begins to show subtle hints of the coming end. Are there more beautiful skies than in September? Was there a more beautiful day than September 11, 2001? But the weather provided no protection against tragedy. I know someone … Continue reading Three Years Ago Today
“Who” the hell knows
Something that came up in a recent comment section got me thinking about how much we show of ourselves on our blogs. I try to be honest about what I'm feeling because I blog for personal enjoyment and socializing. All of us only reveal a slice of who we are which we gradually shape into … Continue reading “Who” the hell knows
My reflections meandered once again.
Another rambling introspective on what else but myself... I promised myself I would live according to the principle of acceptance. No more comparisons with others. No more stubbornness, because "it shouldn't have to be that way," as if that justified a freak-out. It's hard, because I have a strong sense of toddler-justice, flaring up at … Continue reading My reflections meandered once again.
Where I was all those years
From graduate school to retail, via epilepsy road. Don't mind me, just walking down the hall, having a little seizure... If it weren’t for Internet support forums, I’d never know the stories of other epileptic people. Guilt lifts through catharsis when you realize that so many of the things you blamed yourself for were really … Continue reading Where I was all those years
I went from 6.6% to 1.5% to 18.1% above minimum wage.
Oh yes, it's a job rant! And you know who that means! If you don't want to hear about her, go away! If you know my story you might not believe me, but I managed to wrangle a raise out of my boss. Instead of doing yearly reviews, they’re now doing quarterly ones so that … Continue reading I went from 6.6% to 1.5% to 18.1% above minimum wage.
Heaven’s just a bus ride away.
A story. Fiction. Yeah, fiction. I With steady hands, Greta gripped her lunch tray, and through the crowds of jerkoff jocks and bimbo clones, pimply nerds and green-haired freaks, she marched to her empty table in the cafeteria. They were no more to her than noise. She laid down the tray and took a pad … Continue reading Heaven’s just a bus ride away.
Oh the joys of womanhood, by a confessed hypochondriac.
“Ooo, that was brutal.” The woman in the white robe dropped into the chair. “Oh, it’s brutal alright,” the other woman in a white robe replies. “I don’t remember it being that brutal.” In a white robe, I glance up super quick and then back down to my journal. What was brutal?! It’s not my … Continue reading Oh the joys of womanhood, by a confessed hypochondriac.
When your fictional characters are like animatronics that you designed yourself.
Sometimes when I’m in a creative drought, I’ll walk around the mall “weirdo hunting” which is doing exactly what that sounds like. You find someone who looks weird and you follow them around. Bonus points if you’re bold enough to tail them to another store. If I don’t locate a weirdo, then I know that … Continue reading When your fictional characters are like animatronics that you designed yourself.
Doctor, must you belch and remove all doubt of your credibility?
Eleven days into July, not much to show for it, at least not that I remember. Time is like that for me now. If I don’t write things down, I have no memory of them; there are barely even blurry impressions. Once again, I’m in the throes of a sort-of bout of health anxiety. I … Continue reading Doctor, must you belch and remove all doubt of your credibility?
Training the mediocre ones.
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It was a mistake to even try to remember them.
My plan was simple. Record my dreams, increase recall, achieve lucid dreaming. Well, it has been a colossal failure. It worked in the sense that I remember my dreams. It’s just that they’re shitter than ever and all sorts of people I don’t like keep showing their faces and…. bothering me. Oh, I won’t even … Continue reading It was a mistake to even try to remember them.
Tips to help you recall what your sweet dreams are made of.
Somewhere I mentioned my intention to learn lucid dreaming as a way to find peace in my aggravating, troubling dreams, to go into my mental office, as it were, to straighten up. A lucid dream, if you don’t know, is a dream in which you are actually conscious that you’re in a dream and are … Continue reading Tips to help you recall what your sweet dreams are made of.
Odds and ends of the current life of a lazy mofo
I was sneaking around a moving neighbor's basement and made a poor attempt at a liminal space photo. This is me: it was early May, seventy degrees out, and I was wearing a winter scarf running down the sidewalk eating a slice of pizza while chasing a stray cat. I spent April cycling through the … Continue reading Odds and ends of the current life of a lazy mofo
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I used to make 6.6% above minimum wage, now I make 1.5%.
I have undergone the yearly job review ceremony, also known as a foregone conclusion. The vast majority of the review is the store’s total results, so everyone basically starts out with a failure. It’s not even worth getting upset about it. I might as well stick my tongue out at my boss's back, as I … Continue reading I used to make 6.6% above minimum wage, now I make 1.5%.
Happy Easter
John 11:25: "Jesus said unto Martha, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." Revelation 1:17-18: "Don’t be afraid! I am the First and Last. I am the living one. I died, but look–I am alive forever and ever!" God love y'all
Someone explain toothbrush replacement theory to me because I don’t understand economics.
I've noticed that on the back of toothbrush packages, it usually says that dentists recommend replacing your toothbrush every three months. I find that nasty. That's only four new toothbrushes a year. I feel like here's where sensible economic greed should enter the picture. Considering the nastiness of not replacing it at least once a … Continue reading Someone explain toothbrush replacement theory to me because I don’t understand economics.
