Archive for May, 2016


This post originally had something go way wrong, and it was a mess. I couldn’t fix it at the time, so I decided I’d come back to it when I mildly gave a rat’s and had time. Now, finally, here it is in its fixed form. -K

Well, I guess I somewhat am. I’m still grieving a lot but it eases sometimes, and I live for those moments when it does. Since I am somewhat better, since I’m damn tired of thinking about how depressed I am, I’m damn tired of the grief, it’s time to talk about something else.

I got a job. Not the best job but it’s money, which I need desperately. I can look for something else as I work it. It’s easier to get a job if you’re already working anyway. I won’t get kicked out of the shelter. My case manager has let me stay without paying the pay to stay rent for three months now, and he told me just today that I’m OK there, with or without rent. Maybe it’s because I don’t give anyone any shit, I get along with others, and I keep to myself, who knows.

Now time for yet another subject…

Microsoft. Microsoft Microsoft Microsoft. Why do people value you and love you so much? You and I both know they’re idiots. They pay so much money for a crappy operating system, and for almost every program on it. Why? Why? Why? Why? Take for example, in order to hang on to their monopoly, Microsoft still hasn't backed off of forced upgrades to 10. Why? Windows 10 is a piece of shit. It's worse than 8 even. I had 8.1 on my laptop and then upgraded to 10 before it got stolen. I regretted it, reformatted with just Linux, and it ran like a champ from then on. Lesson learned. I had been dual-booting with Mageia Linux, but scrapped the whole thing and went fully Mageia Linux 5. Never a complaint from it, except it has issues seeing Broadcom wireless chips. They're deep into 6 now, it's on its way if it hasn't been released yet.

So do yourself a favor, go Linux. Musicians, you won't believe the tools Linux has for you. It's really awesome…

I'm off for now. Not much time today, probably a good thing. I don't know what I'm doing today anyway, but hoping I can somehow get a hold of a bus pass so I can get to and from work. If not, I'm screwed.
Take care.

He was beautiful…

On top of everything else, my mom’s cat died today. I took care of him a lot. He was sort of both of ours. He was a love.

RIP little guy, I’ll miss you when I go to see my mom. Wish I could bring you back healthy…. but I’m sure you’re having fun with your sister, who you haven’t seen for several years… give her a love for me, and take heaps for you from me. I have nothing more to say except I’m going to go offline for a while, not allow internet access. This is not a good day. I’m numb.

 

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“The Y2K Cat (1999 [?] – May 21, 2016) was met with happiness by his beloved partner, L’ilblackcat, at the Rainbow Bridge crossing at about 10:00AM MST this morning. On our side of the Bridge he was attended outdoors by his human of many years, jg, and by his IMVet-Cancer of many months, Dr. Miles. He will be cremated this weekend.

It was the cancer, without doubt, probably compounded by his heart disease. Yesterday he appeared so miserable, we went down late in the day to see if there was anything that could be done to make him feel better, and had it not been way past closing time for Homeward Bound (the pet crematorium here) it would have happened last night. As it was, and after a lot of discussion of alternatives and risks, Dr. Miles gave him Elspar more as a confirming thing, and Y2K stayed on his fuzzy red blanket overnight in ICU on 24/7 monitoring. This morning his main tumor had shrunk considerably, the secondary one couldn’t be found, and his blood work was slightly better; and he had eaten a tiny bit and done his feline duties. BUT, he clearly still had substantial trouble on more than one front. With Elspar gaining him perhaps the weekend and maybe another day or so and leaving open the possibility of painful cancer/heart complications that could not be timely eased, Y & I spent a very long time outside in a quiet spot on the grass in the sun and under a tree before Dr. Miles came outside for the dear sweet kitty’s peaceful crossing.

In lieu of condolences, we — Y & I — request that a contribution be made in his name to your local feline rescue or TNR organization, or if none locally to Look What The Cat Brought In (Colorado Springs: http://lookwhatthecatbroughtin.org/) where Y2K has bequeathed the remainder of his own estate.
Pax vobiscum,

Jean”

Well, fml.

Seriously.

I’d like to know why breakups always seem to come when you already have way too much shit on your plate. Never failing, that. Then it happens again and again. It makes things so much worse and it hurts so bad, whether the relationship has been for years or for a very brief time. It’s always the same. I’m probably emotionally/mentally worse off than I have been in a very long time. I think the last one is when I died by my own hands, and dammit they brought me back. Honestly, it was beautiful there… I think I’ll stick to being alone. I can’t get hurt any more that way.

I’ve not been assigned a counselor yet at the mental health center here. If I try to go anywhere hospital-wise (although I did the other night), they’ll throw me in Behavioral Health and that’s the last thing I need. I’d be locked up, with comforting items taken away from me. I’m so claustrophobic there that I’d really freak, and I’m almost there as it is. I can’t stop crying, I can’t stop the panic attacks, I am facing some very real and rational fears. I don’t know what to do. If it weren’t for my son, I wouldn’t be alive probably. I have the best son in the whole wide world (he’s grown), and I love him very much. Continue reading

It’s been a very long time, hasnit? It went by too fast for this kid. So much has happened since I last wrote here for such a small span of time. So much that I don’t know where to begin. What’s it been? Some five years? Wait….

WARNING:

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SIX YEARS (yea, hard to fathom)!!!!

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I’ve definitely been away for far too long!

Holy shit!

It’s time to start writing once again, and not stop this time. The reason it stopped last time is… life. Just pure, shit life. It’s still a shit life but every once in a while it gets better because cool people come ’round where I’m at, a homeless shelter in Cheyenne, WY. I’ve also been on Facebook, and have cool people there around me. Very special people, each and every one. However, I need to get away from Facebook for a while. It’s affording me very bad things like procrastination from what I should be doing, because I haven’t had the will to do what I should be doing. Does it matter at the end of the day? Yes. Because I’m homeless and need to buckle down to find work, to get housing, all the “amenities,” “perks,” “free welfare,” “benefits”… all those goodies we shouldn’t have according to the governments because homeless people can just die (which by the way is what they are doing in the states – dying). I love the attitude of the rich. If I could I’d eat them. Maybe then I could have all their money and music. MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC! MUSIC, I tell you!!!

I was evicted from my apartment in September of 2011 because I couldn’t keep up with rent. I’d lost my job. Need I say more there? Thank you, 1%. Thank you, former employers, I loved that job. It utilized the skills that I have, as well as the kind of heart I have. I care for others. A lot. I was working for New Mexico Workforce Connection, making what at that time was seen as good pay. Here’s a twist for you: Employment Recruiter gets laid off. Would’ve made a helluva headline at the time. My landlord helped me file for disability, as my lower back had got much worse, and at the time I was very depressed, not knowing what I should – or wanted – to do with my life? It’s kind of like when a marriage breaks up and you’re taking your first step into your new place from it. Know that feeling? I do.

My landlord also helped me for about a year, but nothing broke in a 56% UNemployment market, it was too hard to find. The dairy industry had pretty much closed down in Portales, taking the whole economy there; jobs lost, etc. etc. You know the drill. It was the time of the second major financial crash in the U.S., the 2010 one. When a year was up, my landlord couldn’t handle it any more and handed me an eviction notice. I appreciated him helping me up to that point, so I wasn’t going to fight it. Why should I? Bite the hand that feeds me? Oh hell no. I’m not the kind of person to take advantage of people like that and then screw them over (although I know plenty of people like that. I hate them all).

(Still in 2011) With no money, no time, no anything, I had to be out of the apartment, and accepted that fact. I just didn’t know what to do? I checked out schools in Colorado, and homeless shelters there. I decided to go up to Colorado Springs and go to CTU (epic fail for two quarters), where I’d be close to my mom. With the help of a very good old friend (she’s not old, our friendship is lol) I got everything packed and stored at my friend’s. I took off for Colorado Springs in my (what I thought was) trusty ’87 Acura Legend. Along the way, the car blew the main transmission seal. I had to put in tranny fluid seemed like every five minutes on the way. It was a nightmare. I junked it at Colorado Springs, and headed for the shelter. I knew it was eat shit and die time. I’d never been in this place before.

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