The Personification of Insanity

Good or Bad?

Here is my pretty from halloween- I was a gothic ballerina:






This week is turning out to be crap. Or it's going to be great. I haven't decided. But here's whats going on

Bad: dizzy- feet going numb- pinched nerve in lower back (causing numb feet)- forgot to call chiropracter to schedule an appointment- yelled at a coworker for a misunderstanding then felt like an idiot when it was explained- my boss at the theater I work at may get fired because the day she was gone we lost over $100 in inventory- because of another coworker at the theater everyone but me got their hours cut- I'm largly either ignored, made fun of, or talked badly about at the theater- my first job is starting to really suck- I haven't had a single day where I could just sleep in and not get dressed all day in over two weeks- my headaches are back- I'm working both jobs on thanksgiving as well as working the theater on the following day- I just found out a guy that was very cute who I seriously messed with his head due to my own insecurities is now married with a kid- and to top it off this is the week my period is going to start

Good: because i'm working both jobs I have an easy out for not going to thanksgiving dinner at Uncle Jealous' house- I'm getting time and a half from both jobs on thanksgiving- I get paid friday and then on the following tuesday as well- my divorce will be finalized soon- David is supposed to be paying me back my $10 by friday or by the ninth- my niece and nephew are coming down with my older brother and his wife for the weekend- my mom has a new job that pays her $12 an hour (which is my two jobs put together!)- And I haven't gained back any of the 25 pounds I lost in three months (I think I'm still losing, just not as fast).

What do you think? Good? Bad? Or "Quit your F$$$ing whining"?

posted by Skitz @ 11/22/2005 01:58:00 PM 1 comments

Past LIfe

Something to... signify the way things seem to be going. This is the honest to goddess answer I got, for me, the first time round...

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Evil Undertaker. Where You Lived: North Canada. How You Died: Buried alive.

The second time around didn't improve much....

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Banished Jester. Where You Lived: Turkey. How You Died: The Plague.

posted by Skitz @ 11/08/2005 04:24:00 PM 0 comments

Changes and Hopes

He left. Said he'd had enough on July 27th. Filed for divorce August 26th. It's finalized fifteen days after November 28th. I moved out of the apartment after coming back from my trip to Alaska. Let him have it until the end of the lease in September. Got my name taken off it and everything. Just had the bills left in my name (meaning power and gas, had already turned off the phone). The water bill is going to be his though. Wonder if he ever paid it. He lost his $13 an hour job the begining of October. I only know this because he'd decided we could be "friends with benefits." I was okay with that as long as it was on my morals and he asked me before sleeping with anyone else. He couldn't even do that. He cleaned his room the night before he slept with her. I think he likes her because of the fact that she already has two kids from two different guys. And subconsciously he's always wanted his own. He's got one. He just never gets to see Kristapher. Wasn't even sure Kristapher was his for the longest time. I always knew. But don't worry about anything I say. I'm not intelligent. I don't know anything about the way people work. Whatever. He fully left me about two weeks ago now. Our one year anniversary was Halloween. I emailed him to tell him happy anniversary. He couldn't get back to me for four whole days... almost five. Now though, everyone is avoiding talking to me. It seems like they've taken his side. Even though it's most likely that they just want to stay out of it all. I tried suicide when he fully left. Failed miserably at that to. Just ended up throwing up all night and couldn't stop shaking for four days afterwards. I'm not sure if he knows about the full details of that though. I want to be able to move on. I really do. But it's hard to convice myself that I won't fail again. That there is someone out there who can help me deal with my insecurities and who will have patience with me. Who is willing to do the therapy more than just two sessions. Who will help me remember the medication I know I need to take but that I get frustrated taking because I can't remember to take it everyday. Who needs and loves me as much as I love him. If not more. Someone to hold me while I cry or to just sit close by so that I know I'm not alone. Who understands the devistation of death. Of never seeing that person again, never getting their advice or critisism. That death is a big deal and greiving is a normal thing. But also knows when to talk to me about their death and help me release the pain of it. I'm sorry Holly... I still can't release you. It still hurts too much to talk about you to anyone. I'm still pretending you're alive. Just... missing in action.
For applications to be my soulmate... email my cousin. She knows the absolute most about me. And has seen the problems in relationships before they even arose. She'll talk to the rest of the family before any one person is decided on...
Okay.. so you'll have to email me... and I'll pass the note on to her....skitzoandpsyco at yahoo dot com

posted by Skitz @ 11/05/2005 03:00:00 PM 0 comments