I'm not sure how to even state this properly or begin to talk about the insane things happening in our life. But I will say that at the root of it all, we have a wonderful friend family. Everyone who has been there, trust me it has meant more than you know.
I still live in shut down mode and though we had an awesome time with our friends who just visited, my head wasn't 100% in it. At the back of my mind there is always a "what's going to happen next??" "what will slap us in the face this time??" I can't function properly anymore. I have to drink, I have to plant, I have to do half assed crafts and redecorate my space when I should be writing or working or cleaning. I don't feel like a good adult/friend/partner. I feel like a hermit and a sad girl. And it's all stemming from someone who doesn't even live in this damn state. Who has ruined vacations and weekends and parties and doesn't even realize the pain they've caused. Nothing is fair anymore and I'm sick of it.
I sit in my house an squander away the hours of my life instead of being outside and seeing the world and the people that I love. I'm always in here waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate it, and I'm sorry if you think I've just been being a bad friend, I haven't done it on purpose. I have to self preserve myself alone in here so that eventually when this is all over, I come out head held high and ready to be 100% happy.
Hope that's fucking soon though.
Keep on, keepin' on,
M.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Updates, Since I'm A Bit Of A Crap Blogger....
What's happened since I last typed to you on the interwebs? Well, most exciting: Got myself a rad little car!
She's a 2012 VW Beetle and I good not be more over the moon about it. She's so fancy! I am a proper fancy lady now!
Life otherwise is fine, man's doing great. He lost 20 pounds by putting juicing into his daily life! Superb :)
The house front is bleh, as it's officially foreclosed on. Ah well, looking to a new home and new adventure coming up.
But today, and the most of why I am writing a blog (for therapeutic-ness, I guess) is that this afternoon we got a knock from code enforcement! Apparently there have been complaints about weeds and looks and the fact that we never took a Halloween dummy down a couple years back. Side note on the dummy: Some fuck stole the head on it and then stole my bike the same night. You want to talk about a dummy, I'll talk to you about the punk asses that stole my bike! BUT ANYWAY...Some weeds? An old jet-ski? Really people, just FUCK OFF. We don't own this house, and as much as I'd like to be putting some money into landscaping and cosmetic improvements the fact is: This house isn't ours, the owner let the house fall into foreclosure. So now we sit here worrying about how long we have and stressing out. So I say to the people in this neighborhood who want to talk about my god damn lawn, I will spit in your god damn face. Seriously look around at the rest of the mass amount of foreclosures in this suburb and the windows boarded up and the guy with huge chili peppers from Chili's restaurants and the meth heads and pill poppers and then come over here like a damn saint and mighty bitch and tell me to weed my fucking yard.
Bet you won't.
Keep on keepin' on
M.
She's a 2012 VW Beetle and I good not be more over the moon about it. She's so fancy! I am a proper fancy lady now!
Life otherwise is fine, man's doing great. He lost 20 pounds by putting juicing into his daily life! Superb :)
The house front is bleh, as it's officially foreclosed on. Ah well, looking to a new home and new adventure coming up.
But today, and the most of why I am writing a blog (for therapeutic-ness, I guess) is that this afternoon we got a knock from code enforcement! Apparently there have been complaints about weeds and looks and the fact that we never took a Halloween dummy down a couple years back. Side note on the dummy: Some fuck stole the head on it and then stole my bike the same night. You want to talk about a dummy, I'll talk to you about the punk asses that stole my bike! BUT ANYWAY...Some weeds? An old jet-ski? Really people, just FUCK OFF. We don't own this house, and as much as I'd like to be putting some money into landscaping and cosmetic improvements the fact is: This house isn't ours, the owner let the house fall into foreclosure. So now we sit here worrying about how long we have and stressing out. So I say to the people in this neighborhood who want to talk about my god damn lawn, I will spit in your god damn face. Seriously look around at the rest of the mass amount of foreclosures in this suburb and the windows boarded up and the guy with huge chili peppers from Chili's restaurants and the meth heads and pill poppers and then come over here like a damn saint and mighty bitch and tell me to weed my fucking yard.
Bet you won't.
Keep on keepin' on
M.
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