The musings of a crazy lady from Hamilton, Ohio. "Madwoman in the attic" is a reference to the book "Jane Eyre," and our world where we try to silence and "lock away" the mentally ill.
26 December 2012
Christmas Night
Terrific. We are, perhaps, expecting a blizzard. But here, we are getting drunk and don't care. Champagne, anyone?
24 December 2012
Why I Hate Yahoo News
You gotta love the right wing nut jobs on Yahoo news. I wrote the following comment, re: some British guy they all want to deport because he supports gun control:
"Yes, let's deport someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to American values."
I got two negative votes, but no argumentative replies. What a bunch of fucking idiot sheep! Now some moron is saying that without guns in the hands of every dumbass in the country,we are no better than Nazi Germany. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too!
"Yes, let's deport someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to American values."
I got two negative votes, but no argumentative replies. What a bunch of fucking idiot sheep! Now some moron is saying that without guns in the hands of every dumbass in the country,we are no better than Nazi Germany. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too!
Yes, let's deport
someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude
is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen
to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second
amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan
may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to
American values.
Yes, let's deport
someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude
is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen
to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second
amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan
may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to
American values.
23 December 2012
Guardian Angel
"Ordinary Day"
I love this song right now. I think we all need an angel to invade our lives sometimes. My guardian angel woke me up, and refuses to let me go back to sleep. He believes in me, and I love him dearly. Why let circumstances dictate who we are?
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
I love this song right now. I think we all need an angel to invade our lives sometimes. My guardian angel woke me up, and refuses to let me go back to sleep. He believes in me, and I love him dearly. Why let circumstances dictate who we are?
22 December 2012
20 December 2012
Winter
I have reached the bursting point for the second time in the past 3 months. I am severely depressed. It gets old after awhile, fighting 3 major, chronic illnesses. But veno-occlusive disease and endometriosis are nothing in comparison to the other one- bipolar disorder. I am tired of feeling helpless while the President and Congress cut my benefits (I'm barely surviving on what I get now. I live far below the poverty line). I hate where I live, but it's the only housing I can afford. I would like to go back to living with my parents. Their petty tyranny is irritating, but I don't have anyone else. I have no reason to leave the house, and I haven't the means to get anywhere my ailing body can't walk. I am completely alone, and while I know I can be a strain on my parents, I honestly don't have anyone else. My so-called fiance prefers her precious solitude, and I accept that. Hell, I wish I were the same way. I haven't got any other friends. Where would I make friends? I am a recluse. Not by choice, but by necessity. So I guess everyone expects me to go mad here in my isolation, and kill myself. Do I even have a say in the matter? I refuse to live like this. I refuse! There is no dignity in this hell. I am just one of society's forgotten, ,I suppose. How did I get here? Even I haven't a clue.
19 December 2012
"It ain't my fault you're motivated...."
Mmmm, yeah ... like this bassline ... wooo ... One these days I'm a run
this town. You know what I'm sayin'? Give me another drink of that
water. Yeah. Sing it now... Woooo
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
and pay my dues I done work my ass off
but work never got me nowhere
it was like god luck and I just happened to be there
and I'm a show up when I show up
and if I don't blow up. fuck it. I don't blow up
at least I don't have to grow up
man let me smoke my cigarette
I figurin' now 'bout all the things I won't get
a bunch of bullshit I really don't need
a bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
but I got caffiene and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
and so what if I gotta sleep all day
it ain't like I'm missin' much anyway
'cause it's a fake and it's all take
you're all full of shit so I'll D.O.A.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
wearin' argyle socks doin' the 'bump and grind'
I got IZOD v-neck, a hi-tech redneck
Pumas and a foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in the hole
after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
but now I'm up I don't give a fuck
you can have my depression, you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies, except my own
for christ's sakes it's too late, I guess I'm grown
and I've learned enough to know I don't know shit
I've bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit
kept on survivin' and kept on strivin'
fixed my transmission and kept on drivin'
so I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
guess it ended up payin' all my damn bills
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
Man, it ain't my fault you wanna run errands ... get up early ... go to the grocery store ... It's good you motivated. I'm proud of you, man. But I'm goin' back to bed.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded (MOTIVATED!)
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away (WASTE AWAY!)
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
MOTIVATED!
WASTE AWAY!
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
and pay my dues I done work my ass off
but work never got me nowhere
it was like god luck and I just happened to be there
and I'm a show up when I show up
and if I don't blow up. fuck it. I don't blow up
at least I don't have to grow up
man let me smoke my cigarette
I figurin' now 'bout all the things I won't get
a bunch of bullshit I really don't need
a bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
but I got caffiene and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
and so what if I gotta sleep all day
it ain't like I'm missin' much anyway
'cause it's a fake and it's all take
you're all full of shit so I'll D.O.A.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
wearin' argyle socks doin' the 'bump and grind'
I got IZOD v-neck, a hi-tech redneck
Pumas and a foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in the hole
after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
but now I'm up I don't give a fuck
you can have my depression, you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies, except my own
for christ's sakes it's too late, I guess I'm grown
and I've learned enough to know I don't know shit
I've bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit
kept on survivin' and kept on strivin'
fixed my transmission and kept on drivin'
so I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
guess it ended up payin' all my damn bills
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
Man, it ain't my fault you wanna run errands ... get up early ... go to the grocery store ... It's good you motivated. I'm proud of you, man. But I'm goin' back to bed.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded (MOTIVATED!)
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away (WASTE AWAY!)
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
MOTIVATED!
WASTE AWAY!
This is "Motivated" by Rehab....my new theme song, lol.
18 December 2012
RIP Ike
Another crab has left this world today....Ike was found dead this evening. This is not a good era for the babies....
17 December 2012
13 December 2012
12 December 2012
Lithium Blues
I hate doctors. I hate the whole fucking medical profession. They'll obsess about my weight until the cows come home, but get me my life-saving medication? Not a prayer! My doctor is gravely ill, and is completely unavailable, so I'm at the mercy of the idiots who work for him. They pass the buck like it's a hot potato. I just need a prescription for lithium. It's not a dangerous narcotic, it's just some thing my life depends on. I've taken it for over a decade. There should be no problem. Now Carrie is threatening to leave me if I can't get it, because she cannot live with me when I'm not on lithium. For better or worse, my ass. This isn't even my fault, in any way. Fort Hamilton Hospital and/or Butler Behavioral services created this mess, and I'm sick of paying for it!
11 December 2012
Fridge Message
The latest fridge magnet message, which is Latin for "Long Live Goat Boy". Do I ever get tired of making fun of my brother? No!
10 December 2012
06 December 2012
One Day I'll Fly Away
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Fly fly away...
Watching Moulin Rouge for the millionth time. I think the depression may be returning, and I really identify with this song this morning. I feel so trapped in my life, and I am beginning to doubt there is anything to look forward to anymore. How can I live in this terror of the inevitable? Which is more painful- the presence or the absence of illusion? "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Would anyone give a damn about Satine if she weren't beautiful? Would the audience be so sympathetic if she were bipolar, not tubercular?
I'm not certain that I really have a point; I'm just depressed and profoundly alone.
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Fly fly away...
Watching Moulin Rouge for the millionth time. I think the depression may be returning, and I really identify with this song this morning. I feel so trapped in my life, and I am beginning to doubt there is anything to look forward to anymore. How can I live in this terror of the inevitable? Which is more painful- the presence or the absence of illusion? "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Would anyone give a damn about Satine if she weren't beautiful? Would the audience be so sympathetic if she were bipolar, not tubercular?
I'm not certain that I really have a point; I'm just depressed and profoundly alone.
05 December 2012
Pray for this crab!
This is Hanna Crab, and she is very weak from her mid-November molt. Her life is in danger. Please, if you are the praying sort, send prayers/good energy to our baby.
04 December 2012
03 December 2012
Pin Up Girls
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