Saturday, August 30, 2014
Donut. Sounds easy...or so I thought. This morning 7amish...Sash and I went on a donut run. She loves her honey buns. Closed, Closed and closed. Is this an national donut holiday?
Thursday, October 31, 2013
No one is a blogger any more...they are just twitters.
People forgot this was the great escape. Day long past. I however can still bitch here. This I Love.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
It's rare that...
I come across a sentence I like. Which I can paint in words. "Conspiracy born in hell rarely have angels as witnesses." Paint it or a tattoo? I think both.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
I always seem to go out in a blaze of glory. I think in my own way it has become my motto. I have never walked out of a job but I did this morning. I was just leaving quietly. They knew the split second I left the building. I didn't know there were cameras there. Stealth bombers. They were there. "You know that you are leaving a job, right?" Really? Is that what I'm doing? I'm such a fucking idiot that I didn't realize that. Take your hand off my fucking car. I didn't say that because I'm nice...or I try to be.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
two seconds and it was gone...
I was just washing dishes. The lights dropped and all I heard as I was washing a knife was "I could gut you with that." Then I heard my next door neighbor yelling at his son to get the muffler. Then the world is shiny and pretty again. This hasn't happened in a long time. I don't welcome it.
Friday, September 13, 2013
I find it amazing the ignorance of humanity.
When they find the compassion and don't know the person they usually say the wrong things. When they know the person, they usually don't know the person. When some one passes away it all goes to the Bible. Please...is that all you got? Time does not heal all wounds. Time is the wound.
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Friends and family tell me to get over it, my therapist told me....
That it will die with me. It's a short road to figure out who is right. My therapist. I can't remember half the shit I lived through but my dreams can. 5:00am sat up in bed and I could still hear him screaming. It takes me a minute to assess the situation. My dogs are asleep and all the windows are shut. He's not here. I use to hide all the knifes in the house. My thought was if he tries to kill me with a butter knife I have a chance to get away. I never realized I was hiding the sharp ones from myself. I should have killed that mother fucker when I had the chance.