Thursday, May 22, 2014

Le tiers livre des faicts et dicts héroïques du bon Ancodie.

Ok; things are changing, I think for the better. I hope. Soon, I can possibly afford to have a sense of humour again. And maybe a life.

This is good. And so is Cookie; she is the best pill-taker there ever was. She approaches cathood as if it were a job, and I have never seen an employee so eager to get promoted (to what, Cookie? Head cat???).

Ok; I am going to either watch Columbo or find god-awful movies on You Tube from the '70s and '80s. Or play Infinite Poker on #121. Or I might watch Maude. I missed Logo's Maude Festival because I was in my cups for Mother's Day.

Oblivion, ho!



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Monday, April 14, 2014

I wasn't Cleopatra.

I clearly have been a raging bastard to someone in a former life.

Right now is proof positive that when I need rescuing, no-one is there. Mary is right; I should never worry myself with another's problems ever again.

Sigh.



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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Swim big fish.

I am trying to move. This sucks, as well as the suck part of trying to sustain an increased level of output just to find out that some petty person can interfere so with their stupidity.

I am not giving up, I just came very close today.





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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Potentially Useless Post

Here's to hoping that tomorrow works out for me. ::clink glasses::




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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Random thoughts

When my eldest aunt, my mother's sister, died, I suppose that I was not prepared.

Christ, I still haven't dealt with Weebie's death.

I have been operating for so long in what Mary calls 'survival mode' that, basically, I am fresh out of deal and cope.

Butsoanyway.

My aunt's children, and *their* children, are despicable, mostly. I cannot stomach listing off everything that had happened, so there is no purpose in naming them; their names would be reminiscent of Thirteen Ghosts, anyway.

They did NOTHING to help her. NOTHING to try to save her. They had her home cleared out before she was cold in her grave, and I am not joking — my mother's youngest sister kept them from clearing out the house before the funeral, but guess what happened that afternoon/evening? Yes; even her prescription medicine was taken (by a particularly worthless cousin-in-law). Thinking about it makes me rage. Wondering how Mummers could have had, in comparison, such decent children leaves my head spinning. I did not need to find out that one of my cousins is moonlighting as a drunk; I did not need to find out that one particularly wicked wench to whom I have the misfortune of being related tried to turn the entire funeral into an audience. I just …

I don't need this shite in my life. Nothing and no-one can fix this. Ever.

There are days, like today, when I have an unusual peace. Yesterday evening, I went to see Victor at my new massage place (I have had to change a few haunts to ensure that I avoid the demented stalker), and there was something so perfect about the atmosphere that I felt peaceful, and it has lasted through today. I mostly credit listening to Klaus Nomi's Valentine's Day as I drove through the sunset.

I have an application to get off, and I will finish that today, but in the meantime I am writing (here), cleaning a little, laundrymaking, and distracting myself from anything too serious by cataloguing the e/s I desperately need from Ingsoc…err…Inglot.

Fuck that; I am still going to call the brand Ingsoc.

…and wishing I were at the Quite Overcast beach today. When this is over — and it will be soon — I am going to treat myself, not that sheer peace shouldn't be treat enough. I need a break. I have needed one for a long, long time.

And I swear this Holiday Season will be nothing short of completely magical.



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Friday, February 21, 2014

My desktop wallpaper.




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aventures dans le divorce

Je me souviens de quitter le palais de justice avec le nouvel avocat de ma mère. Il a roulé avec nous, et m'a appris à jurer en français tandis que ma mère était au volant. Nous nous sommes arrêtés dans un magasin de vins et spiritueux où l'avocat a acheté deux bouteilles avec de l'argent à ma mère lui avait donné. Une bouteille a été mis de côté dans sa serviette. Plus tard, au collège, on me dit plus d'une fois que mon accent était Québécois mauvais, mais à l'époque ... eh bien, après quelques verres, je suppose que tout le monde semble bon. Nous avons parlé en français pour le reste du voyage à son bureau. Il n'avait de voiture.

Ce que je viens de me rappeler après avoir commencé à regarder Lethal mais belle et de voir comment le médecin a secouer. Bien sûr, à l'époque je comprenais pas. Ma mère comprenait pas non plus.


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