A part of me still wishes I worked a simple machine job with great pay and benefits like I used to. It is a shame the homophobia there drove me away. I was pretty damn good at that job.
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I am going out for pizza by myself in several hours from now. Local place has all day happy hour on Sundays with $10 small pizzas.
If I had a dollar for every time somebody tried to explain to me that my mother deserves my allegiance just because of the blood ties, I would be swimming in gold coins right now.
My spirit used to be full of self pity. Now it is overflowing with righteous anger. I am a miasma of spiritual rage. The band Deicide speaks my opinions on God right now.
I want a bottle of bourbon and some indica gummies. And the ability to teleport my house to the other side of the country by pushing a button on a one way only trip. Seriously, some people I know here really suck, and not in that fun way.
Anybody want to have leftover turkey with me right now? With mashed garlic red potatoes and baked Brussels sprouts?
I feel tempted to buy myself a bottle of high quality bourbon, so I decided to talk about it here instead of actually doing it. Heh.
At my general practitioner’s office, waiting to be seen. Going to talk about my health issues.
There should be a law requiring people to take a regular shower if they use public transit.
My brain feels foggy today. I feel like it needs something to kickstart it. Not a beer or a hit of weed. Maybe some protein and complex carbs will help. That, and a nap.
I am looking forward to a 4 day weekend all to myself. Lots of gaming and movies, with the occasional trip to the gym, and I will cook Thanksgiving dinner for myself. A turkey leg, mashed red potatoes, and steamed asparagus.
I feel like buying a can of Monster, but all that caffeine won't be good for me.
This is what I will watch tonight.
I had a seizure earlier today, now I am back home in a miasma of rage.
I hate that it gets dark outside so early this time of year.
After being told by my entire family that my memory can never be trusted and that I have severe cognitive disabilities - I actually believed those lies for many years. I have been bamboozled and I was gullible enough to fall for it.
I heard many lies from my mother in the last weekend that were so blatant I did not bother to say anything about them. I wonder how she can sleep at night, then I remember she has to have her daily wine.
I feel like screaming a wall of profanity at my entire blood family, but why would I want to do something that they would turn around and use as proof that I cannot be taken seriously?
I hate the holidays and the family gatherings that accompany them. I wish I had a good enough excuse to stay in my house with my Xbox away from that.
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