Often, my parents would disappear for long stretches of time, days, weeks, and over a month more than once. While they were gone, we steadily learned a bit of confidence. We stopped being afraid that they would be home any second. This led to some serious abusive situations, in which my step dad would beat
So, I’ve called upon the age old power to defeat depression: Writing. Every great depressed person did shit with their depression, and it usually involved words. The standard for NaNoWriMo is for you to write 1,666 words each day. I typed 11,250 words yesterday. It meant that someone else (read: Jenny) had to make my food,
For fucks sake. Today’s moan about depression? It’s hard to make yourself wake up and start your day (which you totally know you should do, because laying in bed all day helps nobody, and does not in any way pay the bills or raise the children). This is because it is physically impossible to get
So, I was looking at my WordPress stats, and came across a list of countries that have visited me. It was a long ass list! So, I thought I’d share it with you. There were countries I didn’t even know existed on here! In all, there are 95 countries that have seen my blog more
I think you guys get it by now. I’m bananas. It’s mostly okay. But sometimes it wipes me out. Here’s the scoop: I decided some time ago that it would be a terrible idea for me to have kids. First of all, I’m nuts. Secondly, my parents were nuts. More on that later. Also, I’m
Every time I post late in the day (or don’t post for whatever reason) people email me, call, text, or tweet me. It’s been an amazing experience to share my love with as many people as I am able to through this blog. Because I didn’t post this morning (sorry), a friend emailed me a
I understand that gender stereotypes are not cool. It’s just a fucking joke, people. Get over it. Anywho, look what happens when I shave! Before: After: See what I mean?! The Boy even told me he wants “the old Rory” back. I may never shave again. In other news, I spent the majority of the
This weekend, I did a lot of cool stuff. I made bread. I hung out with people I don’t see often. I generally did stuff. I also said a lot of things, and made promises. Monday night, I came to the realization that I had been manic. Sometimes, it sneaks up on you! The problem
I came across a list of comments foreigners had to say about American habits. It reminded me of why I dislike living in America sometimes. 1) Americans eat a LOT of food. We have HUGE portion sizes. From IHOP to Claim Jumper, we have portions that are so large that most people have to take
This weekend was a blur. I have been doing crafts, including making an apple swan! But it came with a price. I’ve been manic, which sucks. Last night I was up until 4am. Ick. I tried to sleep, really, I did. I’ve just not been nice to my body the last few weeks. I keep
