Perfectly Horrid Days

Today I am thankful that perfectly horrid days are few and far between.

I don't want to b!tch too much or else all the bad stuff will keep happening.

In a nutshell, my ex came home and announced that we were getting divorced because he can't protect me from his sister.

Then he tells me to screw my friend.

Then he tells me he wants me back.

Then I tell him I think he's my stalker and he runs off.

So...

Shaken, I go upstairs to take a shower. I have a little tiny vial of some kind of heavy duty acid. I think it's TCA. I don't know. All I know is that I have to dilute it to a 10% solution or my skin falls off. I'm trying to burn off my stretch marks and dry skin in preparation for spring.

I carefully take the top off the bottle and drop it before I get a chance to dilute it.

It falls all over the sink, the floor and some of it landed on the outside of my most sensitive part of my naked body.

On the front....I now have third degree burns.

Thank goodness I don't have a partner!!

Darn it!!

Hey...on the bright side, the acid takes stains off of porcelain sinks quite nicely.

I'll keep that in mind.

It looks like I'm going to be celibate a little while longer.

Well...

I could be creative....

if I could justify it...

for the right person....

This is karma for telling the hottest guy on the planet no, isn't it?

This is karma for not going to a concert that I would really enjoy.

Bring it karma...I deserve it!

I guess I'll have to stock up on skin ointment. I betcha this is going to scar.

Sigh....

I hope the boils go away soon. I don't want to have to explain this to my physician.

Being vain certainly leads to some serious adventures.

It's not worth it.

Love ya,

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Temporary Ending

Dear Readers: Over the past three weeks, I attended both a city councilperson's town hall and the mayoral town hall. Despite battling the flu, I dedicated two days to watching all available city council meetings and study sessions on YouTube in between bouts of cold chills. What I observed was a troubling pattern of disregard for honesty and disrespect towards citizens, the rule of law, and the influence of partisan politics. It has become evident that certain issues transcend the scope of a mere community art project. This realization prompted me to raise my voice, a departure from my usual composed demeanor. After discussing the situation with my family, we collectively decided to remain in Aurora. It is clear that true leadership entails making tough decisions rather than simply following personal desires. I look forward to the opportunity to address these concerns further in a different forum. Warm regards, S. P.S. There will be a new website.

Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

Today I am thankful for a laugh. It didn't start out funny. My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer. My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside. While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....." then she got silent. I pointed at the shed. "Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked. "Yes.", she replied. "That happens all the time!" She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off. It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants. Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess. My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years. Sigh.... I'm sure a judge would allo...

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