November 23, 2005
My so-called loving blog parents painfully neglect me.
First you have Graumagus, whom is sleep deprived, working some hellacious work hours and doesnÂ’t make regular posts on his blog anymore. I could cut the guy some slack, but heÂ’s even taken to not responding to e-mails or even checking on me. When he does come around, he does it when IÂ’m sleeping or at work just to make sure IÂ’m keeping up with things, but nary a comment.
Then there is Bouddicca, who is the Queen of Hurricanes and sick kids. She can find time to volunteer to be a den mother, treasurer for the school and visit everyone and their mother (except me). I donÂ’t even know if she stops by anymore and there hasnÂ’t been a comment from her in a coonÂ’s age! IsnÂ’t a blog-mother supposed to be nurturing and supportive? I see her at her other blog childrenÂ’s sites spouting off love, just not here. Maybe the circumstances of my blog conception where just too traumatic for her to deal with.
Finally, there is Harvey, who is the social butterfly and the patriarch of half the blogosphere it seems. If he isnÂ’t busy creating his own blog children heÂ’s kidnapping others and adopting them as his own. At least he keeps up appearances and stops by ever 3-4 days to drop off court-mandated comments, so I know heÂ’s still around. I accept IÂ’m not his favorite, but does he really have to keep trying to deny my existence?
They really are emphasizing the unwanted part of “The unwanted stump in the family tree”.
However, I would still like to show my appreciation to my blog parents for inspiring me (or in one of their cases, brow beat) into creating this blog. Seeing as tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I would like to give thanks to the three of them. Even if BCFS (Bloggers Child and Family Services) is going to come and take me away due to neglect.
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November 21, 2005
I am a substance abuser, and IÂ’m not talking alcohol. It started a couple of months ago, I was having a problem and a friend of mine gave me something that he said would make it go away. Sure enough as soon as I took it, my problem seemed to melt away. All was right with the world. I had never used before, and never thought that I would, but it only took that one time to get me hooked.
From that day forward, I found myself turning more and more to it. It started at once a day at home. Then I went to twice a day, once during my lunch period and once after I got home. Now IÂ’m up to 6 times a day, it doesnÂ’t matter if IÂ’m at home, work or the store. When the need arises, I drop it. That familiar feeling spreads across my head and down my body.
I became so dependant on it that I would get upset when I couldnÂ’t score the kind I liked, but I was so desperate that I would try other kinds. It always seemed that the dealer may not have my particular favored kind, but they always had others. The others worked, but not as well. They just werenÂ’t satisfying. Thus, the next chance I had, I bought a huge quantity. I think it was meant for distribution, but I didnÂ’t care. There was no way I was going to risk running out of my kind, my particular flavor.
Even after my wife found my stash, I lived in denial. “It’s not that I need it, I just enjoy it”, I screamed at her the night she found it. How I lied that night, I needed it, I desired it, and I craved it. Like a moth to the flame, I could not stay away.
Then something happened that changed all of that. Clone got his hands on some and took it. To watch his reaction at first was amusing. He was dancing and jumping yelling, “I like it, dada. I like it!” But I could tell he was lying, he was just trying to be like dad. Then the crying started, his little body could not handle the potency. It was hurting my boy, and I knew it was bad. My boy should not have to go through something like that, so I’m trying to fix myself. I’m also warning you my fellow bloggers, my readers, my friends.
No matter how bad your breath gets, stay away from the Listerine Pocketpaks, they're addicting.
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