It’s Three Days Until Christmas and I’m not Mental Yet

I am grateful. This time last year I was all kinds of crazy. Not the cute crazy that actually means frazzled-but-functional and Oh-Em-Gee I’m, like, SUPER BUSY crazy… I mean time for an… Read More →

I’m Going to Die

Some people call me a space cadet Some call me an angster in life. Some people call me Mama (whooooo whiiiiir). And they’re all right. Currently, I’m a raging hypochondriac. By currently, I mean… Read More →

Cool Kids

I fucking hated the years between 5 and 15. 16 to 25 were hit and miss. Now I’m 34 and I think I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe. I had a few… Read More →

Crazy Daycare II

I’m done. They let me loose. Graduated Stigma cum Loud. Now I have to DO SOMETHING. Get work, or apply for financial assistance, or start a counterfeit operation. Gotta find a hobby. Gotta leave the… Read More →

depression comix #40

Reblogged from depression comix: Genius.

Shut-in is the New Black.

CRAP. I thought I could, but I can’t. It’s not you, it’s me. Trust me. It really is me. A dear friend is moving today, and I offered to help, because that’s what good friends… Read More →