Wednesday, August 15, 2018

battling depression

i'm not quite sure most people understand how lonely it gets here in my head. when you're constantly reliving your past, and can't seem to make any move forward with your future. it just sets off this snowball of events that always goes to the same place... always to the same damn question... will anyone really miss me when i die? and with each passing day, i'm getting really close to knowing that answer is no. and then comes the real decision to make. gun, rope or locked garage?

mom's eye appointment yesterday did not go well. she has macular degeneration in both eyes. near the end of this month, i think she either has an appointment or an outpatient surgery. i guess they go behind her fake lenses and use a laser to zap the blurriness. it sometimes works, sometimes doesn't. the next step would be transplants of her corneas from a cadaver and mom said she'd rather just go blind. so, i have that to look forward to.

it's been raining just enough here that the combination of my arthritis, my depression and my mood is a recipe for a fucking disaster.

mom's been smelling a skunk late at night the past 3 or 4 nights. and then she read online that sometimes that's a gas leak in your HVAC system. oh joy. so, she talked herself out of having our HVAC guy come out today. i looked at her like she's fucking crazy. i said well, too bad we aren't smokers because then we would really know. i asked what's the fucking point in waiting? do you want to see the house blow up and then go, well shit, i guess it was a gas leak. so, she made the call and they came out. i cleared away the vines from the air conditioner outside. the guy said there's no gas leak, but our igniter on our furnace is getting bad. he said he had the replacement in his truck and it would cost $120 to do it right then and there. mom said she would add it to the list. after the guy went out i said to mom, well, you could always wait until it fails in the middle of winter and i'm sure they will love coming out here to fix it. she then snapped back with her usual, well, why don't you say something. and then i snapped back with my usual, you want me to run things, you won't like your fucking life. she has the money, but wants to act concerned. you know, because there's $20,000 going for new windows and probably $6,000 for new landscaping, but $120 for a new igniter on the furnace is just too much at the moment.

and on top of all that, she wanted chinese food for lunch.

these are the days where i hope my sister truly enjoys that i passed on going to college so she could because it would be cruel to make mom get two jobs to put us both through college since dad gambled all the college money away. and i know my sister couldn't give two shits.

so, to combat all of this shit today, i decided to send some poems out. just a small submission, 3 poems to Small Town Rejects. when i hear back from them, i will pass along the verdict.

i had a woman try to scam $50 out of me today. i laughed. she sadly picked the wrong fucking day.

the New York Yankees got some great pitching last night and enough offense to defeat Tampa 4-1. hopefully they will win again tonight.

Smackdown was pretty good last night. i thought they did a good job setting up their matches for SummerSlam this Sunday.

205 Live was good last night as well.

The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night.

Deadliest Catch was good last night.

Miz and Mrs. was excellent last night.

Hard Knocks was pretty good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Lucha Underground and Big Brother. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.

the cd i sent the muse has arrived. of course, she's in no rush to pick it up or listen to it.

i might send out some more poems tomorrow. i do have a place in mind. of course, who the fuck knows where my head will be come tomorrow morning.

i'll be on here in the morning tomorrow since the Yankees play in the afternoon. mom has cancelled her appointment on Friday, so that clusterfuck with the grocery shopping has been avoided.

there's supposed to be storms overnight, so i know i won't sleep worth a fuck tonight. joy.

es demasiado para que alguien me diga que me quiere y lo dice en serio

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Mannequin Pussy - Romantic
Ebony Stewart - Ode To My Pussy
Cobra Verde - Never My Love
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Long As I Can See the Light

"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich." - Napoleon Bonaparte

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

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