Category Archives: survival

I’m such a freaking baby. I have fought tears (fought nothing – I’m bawling like an idiot) all day over the stupid postage for a box to California. I can never afford to send stuff in such a way it’s … Continue reading →

with the feeling of having all my things trashed. It was mean spirited and cruel and can’t be undone. My insides just hurt. I’d been waiting to put my home back together. It sits on my mind like a weight. … Continue reading →

You know how you get so low on things in the kitchen that you are trying wierd stuff to make meals? Come tomorrow, I get to figure out what really needs replacing and what doesn’t 🙂 Steve said it’s getting … Continue reading →

So today I got blamed for not letting anyone know that cared about Kansas, that his parole could be coming up. All they asked me was whether I’d let him live with me, and I said no. They wouldn’t even … Continue reading →

I enjoyed a good long talk with my sister this morning. She’s doing ok and hoping Friday’s tests show an improvement in her cancer. She’s shedding now so I mailed her hats. She fears loosing her hair because it means … Continue reading →

I’ve been hired by Domino’s as a driver. I keep putting the exclamation mark on that sentence… fake it till you make it, right? We have no gas money for the 2 weeks it will take to get a check. … Continue reading →

I have been knitting like crazy. Thing is, I’m learning new stuff, new stitches. The first ones are never perfect. I know that perfection is important to people. However, I have a sweet pair of hand warmers that aren’t the … Continue reading →

toilet paper. I had to bite my tongue not to say mean things today. Steve refused to walk down the road to the gas station for toilet paper. Instead, Taryn had to drive over here and bring me some. I … Continue reading →

Just fuck.