The Engineer: I once told N she reminded me of Cyndi Lauper when we were drunk. She got really mad at me. Me: It’s because N is more metal than that. TE: She just wishes she were metal. Me: Well, not everyone can be me. TE: *laughs* You’re not all metal. There’s totally some punk… Continue reading 98% Metal
C comes storming into the room while I’m on the phone with my mother. He releases his steam in the form of a string of rants. She asks what he’s going on about. I tell her that he’s angry and telling me the reasons why. I let him know that I’ve heard him and the… Continue reading
Snuggling next to the Engineer on the bed, I hear the thundering of a child up the stairs. I quickly stick my head under his shirt and lay still. C comes in and starts his hourly diatribe. I don’t move or speak. He finishes and bounces off down the stairs. I resurface. The Engineer looks… Continue reading Pay No Attention to the Woman Under Your Shirt
There are a variety of ways that I wake up unpleasantly. Often it’s a sleep walking child peeing on me or someone getting really close to my face and saying, “It’s morning time!” as loudly as possible. Those are terrible, terrible ways to wake up. This morning, however, was a new level of hell. The… Continue reading I Don’t Think I’m a Morning Person Any More
She is loved Because she was loved Can I be loved Because I created love From nothing?
The water sprays everywhere. I turn it off and sink to the floor, allowing my tears to soak my face and shirt as the rest of me soaks up the cold water from the floor. I sit numbly staring at the darkening line on my shin…more evidence that I am completely out of sync with… Continue reading 4 Steps to the Left
that I’m thinking that singing Mötley Crüe songs to my dog constitutes a vast improvement in my mental health but it really, really does.