At my wits end

No news on the roommate situation.

Two of the jobs that I found were for the freakin Examiner… fucking scam organization that rapes and exploits writers.

House is less of a mess, but still a mess.

I just want to put my head in someone’s lap and have a good solid cry and get my hair stroked. (more…)

Feeling so totally overwhelmed

So, my roommate is moving out. I’m super sad about that, but mostly freaking out about finding a new roommate. I have put an ad in the paper locally and plastered the neighborhood with flyers and such. I’ve even got a little sign on my mailbox for the people that drive through the area.

I’m sick with worry. I haven’t really had any leads on finding a roommate and am feeling slightly hopeless about it. I do NOT want to move again. I do NOT want to have to uproot the boy again. I will NOT change his school.

Bills are always piling up, but most especially work is slow. And money is scarce.

I’m in this sort of black hole of poverty. I don’t qualify for food stamps or child care assistance because I get too much in child support… But I don’t get THAT much in child support.

So this leaves me fairly well fucked. (more…)

How about some steamy Neruda before bed?

Neruda’s 11th Sonnet is quite possibly one of my most favorite of his pieces.

See for yourself:

I am hungry for your mouth, your voice, your skin
I wander in streets without food, quiet
Bread does not sustain me, dawn disquiets me
All day I search for the liquid sounds of your feet (more…)

Best.Weekend.EVER.

So here’s the run down to the birthday weekend, condensed for your pleasure:

Friends + Booze + Dancing + Billiards + Porch Sitting + Cute Waiter Who Bought Me A Shot Of Tequila = BLISS.

Seriously. I am so glad Christine came into town this weekend. I bet Krims is, too — they hit it off magically. It was lovely.

Ok… So… Saturday afternoon, Christine and I went shopping and she bought me this:

(more…)

Hot and sticky and spiritual

I remember the summer that I was baptized. It was the summer of 1997, right before my sophomore year. My family had moved from the only home that I had ever really known into a new neighborhood, one littered with members from our church. We needed a bigger house anyway as my grandparents were moving down from North Carolina to live with us, but I can’t help but think that my parents moving me into that neighborhood was their way of trying to set me up to “win spiritually” or something. It worked, I suppose.

I went to summer camp at Camp Lee that year. It was the church sponsored camp, before the church could afford their own camp. We would lease out various summer camps each summer… I don’t remember much about that week. I don’t remember who I was in love with that summer — I think it might’ve been Travis, but that might’ve been eighth grade? It might’ve been Robin. Who knows. It doesn’t matter in the end — we weren’t allowed to have boyfriends in high school because, after all, boyfriends lead to fiances and fiances lead to husbands and we’re too young to have any sort of association to that stuff. (more…)

Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen

Yesterday was kind of lovely in the most effortless and easy kind of way.

I got up late, thankfully jostled awake by a bill collector calling. If they hadn’t called at 8:15am, I’m certain I would have been way late for work. But I made it to the biznasty and all was well in my world.

One of my favorite customers came in — he basically runs his office out of our fax machine. I never understand why he doesn’t just get a fax machine himself, but he seems content to pay $1.00 for each purchase order that the little machine spits out. I think he likes us, too — I think that’s the general consensus for a lot of the reasons why our customers continue to return to our shop. Anyway, this customer’s phone rang and his ringtone was “Superfreak” and I was unable to muffle the guffaw that escaped from meh belleh. He raised his eyebrow in a very playful way and said, “Super freaky,” in a really assuring way. Silly man. I love that guy. (more…)

Who says your birthday can’t last the entire month?

I mean, obviously not the WHOLE month because of Thanksgiving. God damn pilgrims always on my jock.

Seriously though, the celebration of my birth will be happening THIS weekend even though the actual birthday was last week. So yea… Two and a half weeks to celebrate, that seems about right for twenty eight years. (more…)

Oh, yes. Now I remember.

Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I took the boy to school and got right the fuck back in bed.

Wednesday is my day off, at least until my part time job starts. My behavior yesterday is pretty typical, historically. But the last two weeks, I’ve been skittering off to the Hot Single Dad’s for naked time.

All in all, it has been very fun with him. Last week I had the most intense and most powerful orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.

Seriously… I’m not a whore, but I’ve had my fair share of sex. That’s saying something. [sending out an invisible pat on the back to HSD]. (more…)

A week in the life of Baconland

These are a collection of recent Facebook updates… And the full story behind them. (more…)