Alright, friends. I need advice. Long rant ahead. Continue reading “Yet Another Bad Neighbor Post…”
Talking About Stress and Chaos for 30 Minutes | Vlog
I’ve had quite a day, my friends.
Quite. A. Day. Continue reading “Talking About Stress and Chaos for 30 Minutes | Vlog”
Dream Journal 8/6/17 | Bad Neighbor
I was sitting at my kitchen table with my son, as we dug into two, large bowls of cereal. I looked up, and saw water dripping from my ceiling, in the same place we had experienced a leak the first night we moved in, three years ago. Continue reading “Dream Journal 8/6/17 | Bad Neighbor”
Dream Journal 5/9/17 | Scavengers
Back on the main floor, I made my way to the back of the apartment. All of the rooms I passed seemed to be empty, but I could see a light on in the last room. The walls of the room were glass windows, and I could see a young woman sleeping in the stylish, fully furnished room.
[Hello, friends! For those of you who don’t know, my horrible neighbors from across the hall have finally moved out!
Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighbors
I’m done. So. Fucking. Done.
I’m done. So. Fucking. Done.
Continue reading “Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighbors”
Dream Journal 8/30/16
The school’s layout was really weird…
I was looking at a large apartment to rent with my friends Adara and Callie, who I hadn’t seen since high school. We decided to move out to California together to go back to school, though I’m not sure what for. Continue reading “Dream Journal 8/30/16”
Dream Journal 7/15/16 | Blood and Mold
He injected something into my arm, and I passed out. He was leaning over me, working on my eye, while the others watched in silence.
I was in a large warehouse style store, and I was trying to pull something off of a shelf, and a ton of random stuff fell down on top of me. A bunch of people rushed over to pull me out of the pile, and when I came out, my face was covered in blood, and one of the workers started screaming that my eye was missing. I started to panic, but discovered that my eye wasn’t missing, it was actually cracked open, like it was made of glass. Continue reading “Dream Journal 7/15/16 | Blood and Mold”
Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home
Until then, I’ll keep making up excuses to keep guests, and all other people, on the other side of these boring, white walls.
[In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Guest]
I don’t let people into my home. Ever.
Seriously, I avoid it at all costs, if possible. Continue reading “Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home”
Daily Prompt 6/21/2016 | Companion
Life. Life can be such shit sometimes.
[In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 6/21/2016 | Companion]
Things have been a bit strained lately with Kyle and I. We’re okay for the most part, and we’re not fighting or anything, but there are some things we need to talk about, and get out into the open, but we’ve been having a hard time talking it out. As I’ve mentioned before, Kyle has been trying to get into a class at the local community college to get his CDL, but has been having a very hard time. The class costs nearly $5,000, and we do not have the money to just drop on this class. He has tried financial aide, but they don’t offer it for this class. He has tried several different kinds of loans, through the school and several different banks and lenders, but even after trying both my mom and I as co-signers, he was turned down. For everything. He also got pre-hired by one trucking company to try and get a loan, but it was garbage, and did not help at all. And time is running out. Continue reading “Daily Prompt 6/21/2016 | Companion”
Dream Journal 5/27/15 | Baby
Kyle and I were walking in a large department store, and several women kept stopping me and asking me when I was due. I got embarrassed and angry, because I wasn’t pregnant, but said nothing to them. After the 10th woman asked me, I turned to Kyle and asked him if I looked pregnant, and he looked at my stomach, hesitated, and told me that I looked very pregnant. I looked down, and sure enough, I looked 9 months pregnant, ready to pop.
Sure enough, as soon as we got home, my water broke, and we rushed to the hospital in a panic, because we were completely unprepared for a second baby, and hadn’t even known I was pregnant.
My delivery only took minutes, and then the nurse handed a very large baby boy to me. He was huge. She informed me that he was 18 pounds and 6 ounces. I was speechless. Everything was foggy, and the nurse brought in a birth certificate, and told me I had to write his name down on it. Kyle had stepped out of the room, and despite the fact that we already had our names picked out for our potential future kids, I wrote “Joseph James” on the birth certificate… which is not the name we agreed on. Then, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, Kyle was waving the birth certificate in my face, asking why I wrote that name down. I didn’t know. I asked the nurse if I could change it, since that wasn’t the name we wanted, but she said it was too late, and told us to pack our bags, because they needed the room. I protested, as I had literally given birth a few hours prior, but she continued to rush us, and then pushed us out the door. I cried the whole drive home, completely overwhelmed, and not sure what we were going to do. We only had one crib, and absolute not clothes for a newborn, even though he was very large.
When we got back to the apartment, we sent the babysitter home, and I crawled into bed with my toddler and my newborn, and just cried.
And then I woke up.
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