GET IT BY ME

Wow. What a long time! Something good to report? No such luck, I'm afraid. Well, good as in, I'm still alive. That's always good. Otherwise, no thrilling rescue or miraculous Heavenly intervention has swept down & pulled me from the great despair that this life of mine has been these past several years. No, nothing has changed the incredibly taxing, toxic relationship I have with my Neurotic Negative mom. She has grown worse, if anything. The visits here have become longer (!!!) & then the stays back home, longer until the depressing reality of my home situation kicks in.

At home, same apartment in the same basement. Probably different neighbors in the upstairs flats, though one family has lived at the top of the house now for at least a year - one annoying year of barking and shit outside my living room window from a dog they are not even supposed to have, in accordance to the standards set by the the landlord/property manager. Apparently, the property manager, whom I simply cannot stand, as our personalities just clash (rather: I have a personality & he strives to) needs to have evidence of the existence of said pet! Thing is, I believe the noisy family occupying the apartment just above mine, they also have a dog, and a cat too! Long as he can get it by Justin without a major complaint, things are just find Mr. Jerk Property Manager probably thinks.