I never really realized my mom and my grandmother are text book hoarders. I did see indications of depression, OCD and codependency issues, but never something as weird as hoarding.

Until I had to spend some time back over there. Until I threw away bills from as far back as 10 years ago....and magazines from 1996. And I swept the dust off the walls, dust that was as old as I am.

Then I somehow threw out the deed to the house....and some insurance papers, so everything is my fault again.

Too bad cigarettes are now considered uncool. Good thing whiskey isn't.

I think I've come up with the motto/mantra for the Human Race: Sorry, I'm a bit stupid, but don't hold that against me.

Que the Vogon demolition ship.

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Ugh, the reality of my grandmother morality is becoming more and more clear every time I visit home. The real sad thing is that with the way my family is, we won't face the fact until it's too late and all of our emotions will be funneled into financial dealings afterward. Sadly, no one in my family is able to deal with that either....except me. And baby, no one's gonna like what I got to say or how I say it.

Looking for an apartment sucks. Wait, wait, you didn't hear me: looking for an apartment sucks! Everything's in limbo! Ugh! Okay, okay time to man up.

Got a good lesson in Karma the other day: I saw the Slow Boy I went to high school with running for the bus and I didn't tell the driver. Later I caught the attention of a group of evil, bored 13 year olds.

I love the fact that no matter how much music I buy, I still spend most of time with free bootlegs.

I'm taking a long break from giving a damn about what's going on with the world. I'll pay attention again once sanity takes hold again.

I'm all about titties and beer now.



And rock and roll!

Interesting

Listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless, listless....


...awe, lil' Cthulhu!