Lulu Lunacy

Getting so tired...inside. In my soul. In my head. In the little parts of me that still held some light. They're fading, giving in to the night inside my mind. Black ink seeping under locked doors...staining the brightness, drowning the flames I kept that that lit the way.  Opinions are like farts, sometimes we expell them in the wrong company. ~LRM The only way to best a crazy person is to simply be crazier. ~LRM "It's like having a part of your heart, your soul, your lung, just walking around outside of you on their own, out of your protective reach." ~When Your Children Move Away/LRM "If you're going to get butt-hurt that easily, you'd better stay off the internet." ~LRM/Oct. 8, 2012     Why don't the killers or zombies ever trip & fall? Especially the ones with masks, you know their vision is all restricted & shit, and zombies, FFS! They always have a freakin' kneecap on backwards or at least a really wrong loo...

LRM Oct 19 2012 Just had some friend of my neighbors call me a "white whore"/"white bitch". Twice. Just for asking him to move out of my parking space. Just because he said it in Spanish DOES NOT mean it means or is meant any LESS than if it was in English. He was a bit taken aback that I understood him (thanks, Caj for teaching Mommy useful stuff). Why can they get away with that shit and if I had said something clearly racist and derogatory to him in plain English I'd have a mob after me and be called a racist and a bigot.   As soon as I said "Are you drunk? Driving around with your kids?!" he loaded up and left before I had even unloaded my groceries (I'm making tacos, of all things). I was going to go out and get his plate number. T , that is the naked, bitter truth of it. If any other race does it, well, us white devils deserve it because of what our "history" is (weird, because I'm not Spanish and Columbu...

"She never sets foot out of her apartment or her past." Quoted line from ~Gigi

I know I've posted some strange crap today, lol. They were old drafts I decided to just put up (because in draft s I obviously forget them) and work on the m to clarify things at my leisure. So eventually they will make a *bit* more sense. Not much though, I'm afraid.

Re-Posted by the13thcynic December 20, 2008 at 2:08 AM  Originally posted as a Journal entry; Tuesday, February 26, 2008  How Me & My Arm Spent Tuesday; So I went to my broken arm Dr this afternoon with C*, S* & baby L*(T*). We’ve been waiting all this time for the swelling to go down so I could get a cast on it finally. So we go in, kinda curious, I didn’t look when they re-wrapped it after my surgery before I went home; it was still too new & sore & weird…the girls didn’t see it either; so we’re all waiting to be amazed by FrankenArm, I know it has 2 big ol’ incisions in it w/ stitches & the tape stuff over then, blah, blah…well…ew…first the nurses start unwrapping it and begin talking amongst themselves about getting saline & working the gauze off, & as they do that, ‘oh, we better get the Doctor for this one’, and ‘does that hurt? Because it looks like it really hurts…’ and ‘oh, wow, I’ve never seen that before..wow, oh, don’t...

Originally Written by the13thcynic February 7, 2009 at 12:38 AM  I don’t claim ‘Damage Control’ as one of my occupation for schiesses and giggles. I picked up that career when my oldest went to live with her Dad’s family. Doesn’t look like I’ll be retiring anytime soon. My granddaughters have been staying with C* and I the last few days. Because their mother and father both are in jail. Again. Now we’re faced with the very real decision of whether or not to take steps to permanently take custody of them from their obviously inept parents. These babies cannot keep living like this and watching their parents routinely being handcuffed and hauled off in a police car. Not to mention the bullshit that’s going on to bring about these repetitive and unannounced visits from law enforcement. Days before this latest trip to the clink, she miscarried twins (she was approx 12 weeks), which, god knows, was all for the best. I know how she lost them. Well, I can’t say how 100% but ...

The old saying, don't speak ill of the dead. I am curious to find out what happens to someone who blatantly lied about the dead. I want to be around to see it. Not that this is the first nor the last time anyone has ever told a bold, outright lie and insisted it was said by someone who hadn't even been in the Arms of Mother Earth 24 hours yet, but I've never experienced it on such a personal and intimate level before, with the lie in question directly concerning me.

My Baby, now so far from me, the distance, see, will be the death of me.

I haven't been abducted by aliens (yet) I'm just having a meltdown on my nuclear battleship. I, being the Damage Control Officer, must do my duty to the end. I'm somewhere between Three Mile Island/The China Syndrome and Chernobyl. Actually...I keep fluctuating between them. We could go full on red alert battle-stations, but guess what? I'm the only one on the stinkin' ship! So I'm trying to keep my little life vest on and do my rounds. Damage control stuff. Probably the only thing worse than Chernobyl is the awesome puffy mushroom cloud, but I won't be going there, that requires walking up a hill and I'm too exhausted to walk uphill. So there's that. This all feels SOOOOO NOT REAL DOODS. Can I just come back and talk to you now & then? Nobody freak out or anything or PLEASE don't ask what's wrong because that will breech (breach?) my lockdown concentration and you know, mushroom clouds start looking fluffy and not so ...