The worst part of living beneath what I assume is a drug dealer. Is that he is home just always. Just always home. This mother fucker never leaves the damn apartment. Just keeps his obnoxious ass up there. Just always. Annoying the fuck out of me. Awake until unseemly hours in the morning. Just living … Continue reading Ick Diagnosis
My Awkward Self
The Least of These
I just had a two hour conversation. And I have no idea what it was about. I recognized a few words. And names here and there. Patti LaBelle. Football. God. My social abilities really require a pretty specific set of circumstances. To work well. Last night was not those circumstances. Y'all know. I have this … Continue reading The Least of These
Further Proof That I’m Divergent
“What Myers Briggs are you?” I have no idea. “I bet I can guess.” And he did. And then he sent the test. And I prepared myself for just the worst possible personality type. Because I’ve been having a rough few days. I’ve been off my meds for a few months now. Hoping that my … Continue reading Further Proof That I’m Divergent
I Was Hungry
Ok. Allow me to preface this one with…I was hungry… Also. I was a band kid in high school. I love band kids. What I don’t love. Is having my feeding process delayed. Ever. For any reason. And I’m already a little on edge this week. Trying to balance truancy. With fall SOL testing week. … Continue reading I Was Hungry
I’m Not The Matriarch
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. And I don’t know why y’all. Leading up to yesterday. Kept asking me if I was hosting. First of all. I’m not domestic. In any form. I keep trying to tell y’all this. Two weeks ago. I washed the Cross Country uniforms. In the dryer. Chose the settings and everything. Threw in … Continue reading I’m Not The Matriarch
My Invisible Roommate
Rogue believes that December 6th is the day. The day that I will finally hit my breaking point. Whether from my job. Or from what I'm now referring to as my Invisible Roommate. I've talked about him before. About how bad it was. And it was bad. When it was just him. Clomping around like … Continue reading My Invisible Roommate
Leo Ego
My work boyfriend told me I looked “fiiiiinnneeee” yesterday. Then she said something about bouncing a quarter off of me. Now, she did it during a virtual faculty meeting. So people could watch my reaction. But also. She continued to tell me. After the meeting. In real life. When there wasn’t an audience. So I … Continue reading Leo Ego
Unmedicated, But Caffeinated
That is what was left of a Joe Bean’s iced mocha coffee. With whipped cream. And chocolate syrup. After a one hour meeting with DSS. She brought me that coffee as an apology. For “running me ragged” with truancy. Look, I don’t know how much y’all know about the Department of Social Services. But when … Continue reading Unmedicated, But Caffeinated
Metaphorical Laundry
“Where are all of these flies coming from?” Could be me attracting them. I don’t remember the last time I washed my hair. I don’t fully groom myself for work. I save that for the weekends when I’m gonna see people I actually like. *blank stare* “Ok…Why don’t you go ahead and close the door … Continue reading Metaphorical Laundry
Functioning Adult
It’s Friday. I wasn’t sure I’d make it here. But here I am. Enjoying my coffee. In bed. At 5am. On Friday morning. Finally. “Coach Sunshine, are you ok? You seem kind of grrrr.” She made a motion. That was either an annoyed house cat. Or a vicious mountain lion. Either way. It was correct. … Continue reading Functioning Adult
Shine My Way 