Yesterday, Dennis and I got a package from Apple. It was two brand-new iPhone 5s’s! As usual, I took pictures of the whole unboxing:
My old phone next to my new one:
Yes, they have identical cases. I just loved my case that much.
Overall, I’m really happy with a new, fast phone. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. The only downfall is that I am stuck with AT&T, but oh well. At least I got a new phone! Be happy for me!
The family is back together!
I knew this yesterday, but I didn’t bother to log on and update because I was spending so much time with them. I couldn’t be happier! Never again will I take my family for granted.
Also, it’s World AIDS day. If you know someone affected by AIDS/HIV, it’s custom to not post today. I just had so much good news that I couldn’t bear going without posting today. Over on stellar.nu I’m not posting.
Things at home have been bad. I am hesitant to write it out here because of my stalker, and how this will get her off, but I have to vent and there’s no other place like the present, in front of everyone, that I should write. Air my dirty laundry, so to say.
Dennis and I had a disagreement, and I spent Thanksgiving away from my family. Alone. I’ve been alone for nearly a week now, and I have to say that I miss that silly bunch. I would give anything to get in good with him. How people can walk away from their families is so hard for me to believe, to conceive. I simply cannot do it. So I spent the holiday in sadness, with just my own pity for company. That’s where I have been these past few days. Wallowing in what little bit of pity that has stayed around to keep me company. On Thanksgiving and again yesterday I tried to talk to Dennis, but he’s just not hearing it. I don’t want to spend Christmas and New Year’s alone too.
It will all come to pass. I have faith.
Excuse me while I go and cry over this some more.
I feel better today, knowing that the hearing is over. We may have to appeal a third time, and I’m all for that. Our lawyer is certain that it may happen, and this time I really don’t care. One of my medications really breeds apathy. Nothing seems to bother me these days! You’d think it would because of all the things floating around, but it really doesn’t. Some of them even amuse me. That’s the power of psychiatric drugs. If we could only get our friend Krystal on them, she wouldn’t be freaking out over a stupid single website that exposes her lies. Being apathetic isn’t passionless. It’s blissful apathy. I have my passionate moments, usually late at night, wishing that I could have some alone time with Dennis. Especially when he sings to me.
After all of this, I secretly hope that we did get approved. Michelle, Lance and I. We’re fighting for our back pay and our previous jobs. I want to work where I worked once again. That would make everything better for me. Of course I don’t know if I want to give up teaching. I’ve become quite attached to the job and my students. I love grading papers and seeing the students repeat what I have told them. I really have an audience who cares about what I have to say where they memorise what I tell them and write it down, sometimes years later. I am leaving impressions on people’s minds and how they function in the world. It’s I who have natured and nurtured impressionable young minds. You can’t do that cutting up dead corpses.
This weekend, on Sunday, I’m going to go shopping for my father’s Christmas gift, Chloe’s candy and teddy bear, and a box of Christmas cards. I really want to get the cards sent out the day after Thanksgiving so I can have that done for the year. Anyone who wants a card and is a regular reader of mine, just email me your mailing address. It would mean a lot to me if you could send me a card this year! It’s been an interesting year, to say the least. Have a good night everyone!
I found out my friend Richie died. No one told me. It’s been nearly six months. I last heard from him in May. I wonder if he got my last letter or if he wrote back? I’ll have to check my mail box. I’m going to miss him immensely. I always hurried to the mail box to get my mail to see if he had wrote back to me. I forgave him for all he did a long time ago. I just hope that he knew that he was forgiven and loved. Even if he had given up on love a long time ago.
I bet you’re getting so fucking sick and tired of people posting about the date today, huh? I know it drove me crazy on Facebook while I was looking for something to do while pity-talking to someone I thought was out of my life forever. More on that later. Goddamnit, people! You are on FaceBook to amuse me! What’s up with posting about the date all damned day long?? Are we gonna do this same shit come December 13, 2014??
I figured it was time to get off my lazy ass and get back on my lazy ass and blog. Writing relaxes me. That’s an ironic oxymoron because writing is what gets me into trouble the most. Me and my fingers. My big, luscious brain. It can be a real nuisance. But I tolerate it. For now.
Today was my six-month drug test. Nothing to blow about, except I dropped the potty hat in the toilet and had to give a watered down piss cup. I hope they don’t notice. *wink*wink*
It’s cold as hell in here. If hell were, indeed, cold. From what I’ve heard it’s quite hot there. I’ll have to ask Roxanna the next time I get the old Ouija Board out.
So it’s day two of Chloe’s suspension. She was kicked out for one week for having a pen that showed images of “satanic or immoral” images. Tha Fuck? It was a Reggae Sheep smoking! It doesn’t even look like a joint he’s smoking! The kid is staying home with her father all day. I can only imagine how he’s warping her mind as we speak. I still think the school went too far, but I’m all for her getting a week off before Thanksgiving break.
Now, about that pity date….
Yes, I saw one of my ex’s today. Yes, we had coffee. Yes, we had a cigarette (each). We mostly talked. I was a little insulting, but I think he deserved it. Towards the end bringing up out past dating games like we were little teenagers again. It kind of insulted me. What in the world was he thinking? I reminded him that he chose a girl who was very much underage (we were underage too, but we were seventeen) and that maybe he should call her if he’s looking for a good time reminding him of the past.
And that was it.
What? Did you think I’d slept with him or something?
Today I feel sad. I know why. I try to get things done and I can’t, and it all comes to the fact that he doesn’t trust me. All these years, and he doesn’t trust me enough to let me use a car that is almost mine anyway. Some days I think that maybe it would be better if I lived alone. He loves the kids more than I do, so I’m sure the judge would award him custody of them. I could say that I never wanted kids, but once they were born, I loved them more than life. It’s all just one big argument and I, for one, am sick of it. I’ve waiting months and I can’t wait forever. I cannot wait until the summer for a new car. I want one now. I see my co-workers driving brand-new cars and then I’m reminded that my mother wants me to cancel my cell phone so I can give her the money. I know of a family member trying to raise a little girl on a trash picker’s wages and my mother expects her to put out a thousand a month to her. She’s just greedy. My mother was never my favourite person in the world because she has that lust for money. The more you have, the better. She wanted me to marry Billy because he had more money than Dennis. Despite the fact that he beat the shit out of me on a regular basis.
Maybe I’m reading too far into things. Maybe I should spend more time reading and less time writing. That seemed to help before. But now I just have my medications and loneliness to keep me company tonight.