Went back and forth twice, jogging the first time, to the church to order a turkey for the family for thanksgiving…Figured I’d get some food for the month since we needed it while I was at it. So, in total, that’s about 4 miles back and forth & carrying shit. Did a few dishes, just got asked to do more of them but told her I feel like shit. Eating to help feel better. Hopefully just rest for a while soon…
went to hill, talked to kali ma and the faeries about it, asked her to rip off heads please if it’s what’s necessary. he was just sitting in his fucking room laughing like it’s some funny shit that pills are now missing and it’s time to just joke around and fuck around! it’s been 5 years of this shit, so i asked her to just end it already. i’ve done nothing but help improve the situation for years, and for years nothing but the same bullshit has continued to happen. Either I get some fucking peace where I am, or I am taken somewhere else, either way that’s fucking it.
Sometimes, I just sit there and marvel at how close I was to being a sociopath. Literally, if things had gone just a bit different in my early development, I would lack empathy. But since my father gave me some care, and my mom gave me some real care when I was really young, it is not so..
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy