Monthly Archives: June 2010
Yeah, it’s time to post. Time to bump the other posts down and time to move forward.
Ugh. I need to decide, and make a plan about what do with my blog. Structured posts–that’s what I need. I need topics. Such as comic books graphic novels. I need goals, and due to my RPG group taking up most of my writing time, I should focus what’s left of it into topics that I can think about and plop up here.
Look for more posts that give you a better idea of my interests and passions. And less of the same old crap.
I will never quit trying to write for this place. It’s mine and I have a certain attachment to it.
Now, I will leave you with a positive video. Men, take note. And love big ladies.
I don’t normally do this, but this kid’s story has kicked me in the heart. He disappeared from school two weeks ago and NO ONE has seen him since. No trace of the boy. Nothing. I can’t describe how I ache for this family and I want him to go home. I also want to do my part and try to help. (This happened like about fifteen miles away from my town, too.)
Parents are fighting. I hope, this sounds horrible, that they get divorced. Dad deserves better. Mom deserves to live with her brother.
Sorry. It’s harsh. It makes me sound like an ungrateful bitch to the woman who raised me, but she’s not a nice woman. She’s mean and heartless and downright cruel. Sure, she tries to be Christianly, but it’s phoney, she does it for the hope of salvation and not for just doing something decent.
It’s nothing but an act.
Dad wants the house, but Mom has been quoted as saying, “I’d rather burn down the house than let you have it.”
I MAY be a bitch, but in a good, stand up for myself and my friends way. She’s a mean, cold-hearted bitch.
So…if my parents get divorced, I will be singing a song of joy. Free at last. My dad will be free at last.
My journey living with diabetes has been filled with ups and downs. Last week, my blood sugars were 420, now they’re about 150-160. Not good, but better than they were. Now that I have my medication again, they’ll get back to normal levels. In time.
I gotta tell you the truth. I just stopped caring about myself. I stopped caring about my diabetes. I even stopped caring about my writing. I stopped caring about everything.
Bad mistake. Almost fatally bad.
I don’t know why I neglected myself. Maybe it’s because I see diabetes as a hopeless battle that is going to eventually kill me. Complications of diabetes have already killed my grandparents and quite possibly my dad will die of it too. I’ll probably die of it. The odds are good that diabetes will catch up to me and I’ll die in horrific pain.
Did I ever mention I have an imagination? It is both a curse and a blessing. I really do imagine myself dying in excruitating agony.
I need to take it easy on myself.