October 20, 2009

bad decision dinosaur grad school

That title has nothing to do with the post; it’s just one of the search terms that led to my blog that I find particularly amusing.

I had nightmares last night. I was being stalked by someone who kept finding me no matter where I went, and he would hit me and push me around. It didn’t matter where I went. He always found me, and he had this awful look on his face.

I haven’t had a nightmare like that in a long, long time. Even when I manage to fall asleep (which hasn’t been easy for the past few weeks), it isn’t very restful.

October 17, 2009

fat

fatty fat.

October 11, 2009

trains, pains, and traveling pants

I am in Kansas until Friday, visiting my nephew, sister, and brother in law. I took the train. I edited part of a play manuscript, read some of John Gardner’s book for young novelists, and listened to a lot of Dan Savage’s lovecasts. It was strange to leave from Union Station, because I hadn’t been there since my mother died. I walked past the bench where xb sat and waited with me before my train arrived. When we parted that day, it was the last time I ever kissed him. I thought that my mother’s death meant that he would un-break-up with me. I thought that there was no way he would abandon me when I was going through something so awful.

I thought wrong.

Why does so much always come back around to him?

I talked to my special friend* the other day, and we agreed that I was most likely not thinking of him to be thinking of HIM, but rather I was thinking of our relationship when it was good and wanting to have that again—with SOMEONE ELSE. I think that is exactly right.

Every mirror I look into shows me a different image of myself. It is incredibly frustrating. Walking from one room to the next can completely shred my self-esteem. I know many of my pants don’t fit (which I am working on) but still, from mirror to mirror shouldn’t be such a radical difference. Stupid fucking mirrors.

*I hate the word therapist. Counselor sucks too. Anyone have any better words for it?

September 24, 2009

what’s happening, currently

Last night I dreamt about hugging cute boys. And playing Beatles Rock Band with them.

Many things are happening, and I am trying to manage them without losing my mind. I have a second appointment with my new therapist lined up. I will soon be calling in-network psychiatrists for my medicines. I’m really looking forward to talking with this new person about all the fucked up shit from my childhood (which I recently realized I don’t remember a whole hell of a lot of my childhood. Between five and fourteen is pretty sparse when it comes to vivid memories. Is this true for other people? I don’t know.)

I just want to talk all of it through, hear someone say, “Yeah, that was fucked up, that was not good, you were fucked over,” etc, and so forth, and then I want to be able to put a lid on that box and tuck it away in the attic. I want it to be something that I can pull out and show to people without it all being fresh and painful. Because I want to be with someone who can listen to my history, and accept it, and also say, “Wow, that was fucked up.” xb could never accept my past. He couldn’t accept a lot of things. He wanted a compartmentalized person, a creation that didn’t really exist. I need to be with someone who is capable of hearing about my past, and accepting it, and realizing that without it I would not be the person I am today, the good and the bad. Once I manage to get the bad under control (extreme mood swings, anxiety, irritation, depressive phases, etc), I will be a pretty consistently awesome person. But I need to be with someone who understands when the bad slips through, someone who will cut me some slack and forgive me when I lose control for a bit.

I have been listening to the entire back catalog of Dan Savage’s Lovecast, which has been immensely helpful when it comes to dealing with my feelings of anger regarding past relationships. It also makes me a little bit horny, hearing all those sexy tales. Plus, Dan has a pretty sexy voice, and he curses alot. I love me some profanity.

Work has been going well. The usual frustrations arise occasionally, but on the whole I’m happy and enjoying my work.

I’ve been going on dates. Many of them are meh.

I’ve been steadily working on finishing the many, many unfinished manuscripts I have. There are at least four novels and five or six plays that I need to just finish. The novels then need to be critiqued and proof-read. The plays need to be read by actors. Then… I can move forward with them. I want to have at least one novel and one play done by spring.

The money situation is improving. Slowly but surely. Slooooooooowly, though.

So that’s what’s going on now. How about you?

September 21, 2009

today’s mood:

Fuck you, Life! Fuck you, Job! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!

September 13, 2009

one out of one therapists agree

My new therapist heartily agreed that xb is/was/is a manipulative, delusional asshole who needs to stay the fuck away from me.

Also, the security guard for her building commented on my resemblance to Christina Ricci. I am always amused when people notice that.

September 9, 2009

doctor, doctor

I begin seeing my new in-network therapist tomorrow. I am ever so excited. Gee, I sure am tired of being mentally ill. It’s not fun like you see in the movies.

September 5, 2009

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

xb emailed my friend’s husband, to whine about how he (xb) needed to be able to be friends with my friend’s husband so xb’s career could flourish. Or something to that effect. The point is HE EMAILED MY FRIEND.

I’m a fucking crazy bitch, and even I have managed to not email any of his exclusive friends to whine about myself/our defunct relationship. Although I do work with a friend of his, and he seems to like me. I am proud of that.

September 1, 2009

MAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRR

That is the noise my cat makes. All the time. ALL THE TIME. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM TRYING TO SLEEP.

August 26, 2009

shut. the fuck. up. you fucker.

Ugh. So much idiotic drama going on. xb has once again reared his stupid-ass head. He friended by best and oldest friend in Chicago on Facebook recently, and I had a panic attack after seeing his face below a post of hers that he’d commented on (it doesn’t help that his profile picture is from when we were first together, TAKEN WITH MY CAMERA, AND I AM IN THE GODDAMN PICTURE. Change shit up already, asshole).

So I told my friend about how he periodically harasses me, demanding that we can be friends, and he should be able to hang out with his awesome exgirlfriend because that’s how it works on tv, and she deleted him, because she loves me and she is a good person. (She told me he had initiated the request, and she’d accepted because she’s a nice, non-confrontational person).

Then, because I am weak, I emailed xb and asked him why the hell he would want to be her friend on facebook. He replied that he thought she was cool, and that he’d hoped she’d be able to look past our “messy relationship” and accept him as a person. I told him, Messy relationship? You mean the verbal and emotional abuse I endured for six months? You mean, all the times you made fun of me for going to therapy and taking medication because I didn’t want to fight anymore? That messy relationship? That was beyond “messy relationship”, that was a shit-storm of awful, with me trying to manage my mental illness and you exacerbating it at every turn. No, no one is going to look past that, and while I’ve worked hard to forgive you, I am never going to forget that shit, and neither will my friend, because she watched me cry too many fucking times.

Then he accused me of trying to destroy his career as a tech oriented librarian, because my friend’s husband is a mover and shaker (he was written up in a magazine and everything, that’s the term they use), and you can’t be a librarian in the area without knowing him.

Um. So. You want to be friends now with my friends because they are powerhouses in their field? WAY TO BE A SHITTY USER. I told him that he’d fucked himself up by treating me so awfully during our break-up, and it’s not my fault that now he wants to be in with my friends because they are awesome librarians. I told him he can befriend anyone he wants, anywhere he wants, anything, just stay away from my friend and her husband, because that is too fucking close to me for my piece of mind. I said that they will be pleasant to him in professional situations, should they arise, because they are good people. But neither of them needs a fake friend like him.

I was so upset I called Dan Savage and left him a voice mail for his podcast. I know xb listens to it, and if Dan plays my call and gives advice, I hope he agrees with me that xb is being a manipulative dick, and then he’ll knock it off because Dan said so. And if Dan disagrees with me, well, then, I’ll be appropriately chastised. Either way, somebody learns something.

Anyway. Get off the fucking lawn of my heart, asshole, before I shoot you.