new pup

my mother had two chihuahuas named Jet(m) and Pearl(f) they weren’t from the same litter but they grew up as brother and sister with Jet being 10 weeks and Pearl 8 when we got them. unfortunately, Pearl passed a bit ago last year. since then Jet has been very melancholy and well depressed, more importantly(hey…


*slams head down* FUUUCK!


I’ve had pretty bad hands for a while, some early arthritis pains, carpal tunnel syndrome in the right and cubital tunnel syndrome in the left. you know the usual…maybe even tendonitis…don’t know for sure, haven’t been to the doctors.   the move exacerbated things, lost the feeling in the tips of my fingers nearly 6…

tired again

I wish I had made better choices in my life.   I’m so tired, all the time.   it’d be nice to be able to at least sleep longer than 2 hours at a clip   tired.

bad luck follows

I swear I’m being followed by bad luck.   just before I lost my old house an old pipe burst ruining a large portion of my clothes and a bunch of electronics.   now, staying with my mother, in the house she is renting, a fucking pipe burst for no apparent reason.   flooded the…

good week? bad week?

not sure what kinda week I’m having….my short-order cook job let me go yesterday because “they couldn’t afford to pay two cooks”  then today I got a call asking if I was interested in working at my local GameStop( I applied some time ago to them on Indeed)   sucks that I’ve been let go…

The long weekend comes to an end

Be packing up the car and heading back to my new home tomorrow morning. Can’t sleep, haven’t been able to all weekend, it’s made me irritable, and it feels like gloomy days are coming.   Idk, just a feeling.


The new place I’m living isn’t cat-friendly so I get to say goodbye to my two cats tomorrow, which has me nearly in tears but I’m not really allowed to be like that in my family because I’m the “Emotionally stable” one and I’m supposed to help support everyone else. The oldest cat is a…

long weekends and a tortilla burger

have to sell the childhood home after the family has been living in it for 30 or so years. everyone is busy during the week though so I have to make a special trip from where I am living now, to back “home”, which takes about 8 hours to get there and 8 hours back….

highs and lows

sigh~ it takes so much to get a “high” from life anymore~ it’s quite unfair how little it takes to feel low~ tried making some kinda chocolate cheesecake turnover and it failed SPECTACULARLY and it seems this was more than enough for me to say “fuck today~ I’m sleeping through it”