Well, what a fucked up mess!

Well I will be damned. I was all fired up about something.  Was. Until I spent twenty minutes fired up about the mess I always have at my desk, the fact my desk and chair crammed into a tiny little spazz-station that barely accommodates a flea.

Yes, well, this is the sad fact of my life. So I shall just quit worrying about the fact that the sticks I am using to hold up my waist length hair to keep the sweat from taking over my neck and causing further grief are definitely hitting the lampshade behind me that is crammed onto my bedside table.

So, who is going to call the waaaambulance? <<<<——————————-?…..?…______________>>>>> SESSION OVER.  That was me thinking about what I was going to write. It really was going to be full of verve, wit, albeit dry with, I am no slapstick writer, and an actual topic not gleaned from news articles. What with living with an Autistic Family and having years of shit resulting in my own PTSD dramaderies, I don’t need a news event to come up with interesting stuff. Add to that I am an Indigo Adult, who wants to find more of me, here behind the fabulous Orange Curtain, or be friendless for life, because I don’t know how to talk to, relate, or carry on any sort of conversation, let alone bud a friendship with the Picean era folks, I am a woman, not a young college kid, a true adult that had no idea that my problems were shared by others until I was 40 ish.

Anyway, here I am not remembering. Except now I am pissed because my rude, self centered roommates, who don’t know the value of a good friend, a great roommate, or someone who is ALWAYS cleaning up after their fucking children, themselves and how Dirty they are, yet always, never failing, to act SUPERIOR. This means I must go. I am not going to dither along about nasty, self centered people who get In ‘n Out for themselves while the maid waits for her foodstamps an extra day due to it being  Sunday on the first. (I ain’t no welfare person, I am a person with Hep-c and Rheumatoid Arthritis who gets barely anything from SSDI and even they are trying to find ways to keep over $5000.00 worth of checks from a person who is not only sick, but sick till they die of it and gets hassled and mind fucked constantly by this fucking government. How is a person who is so sick and has no family to rely on supposed to pay back the government. They want to hold 6 months worth of checks. I am really pissed about that. These letters that come, and they come a lot are TRAUMATIZING I am too sick to work. They pay me a whopping $906.00 a month for my lifetime of hard work in this country. I was making $22- an hour when I got to sick to work. Now….Fuck it. I cannot think and be angry for long periods of time, it is just not me. But I am going to find a way to be public about this. I am calling the L.A. Times.  Bye for now, and I will let you know what happens. Dana