I celebrate the holidays with my family and I used to celebrate birthdays, like my mom's and sister's, but my sister is dead and my mother doesn't like to celebrate her birthday anymore.
I come back to remember the good and bad times with my sister and to comfort my other sister Shelly, whom misses her sister and around this time of the year it is hard for her.
The hollidays are not celebrated any more at my parents house, they are something we try to get through with as little festive activity as possible. My father has Parkinson's Disease and is in a walker and my mother just got out of the hospital on December 8th and she is suffering from poor ciculation and from surgery she had on her foot. She also suffers from COPD and is on an oxygen machine. They are the people in my life that matter the most and they are who will get what I have to offer until someone else comes along that has given me what they have...including BPD.
It is not joyous or festive....BUT LAUNCHING THIS WEB PAGE AND POSTING THESE BLOGS HAS BEEN HOW I SPEND THE HOLIDAY AND THE POSTING ARE THE GIFTS I'M GIVING.
My mother and me sit and laugh our asses off at these blogs and the fucking idiots in the Bay Area.
On of the individuals that we laugh about most is Jason and my mother wants to meet him.
My mother told me she reminds him of a pipsqueek nerd....I told her more like a neddle-dicked pin-head Poindexter.
AND I AM HAVING A JOLLY GOOD TIME, WHERE'S THE SCOTCH AND EGG NOG.
What do we have to celebrate:
Jason Blantz losing his job and getting his and his clinics ass sued.
Me skull fucking Ms. Clark
My SSDI cost of living raise in January
Tellinng the truth about this conspiracy
The shit I am going to tear up and send to the Bay Area to my friends
the list goes on and on and on
See after the New Year
I come back to remember the good and bad times with my sister and to comfort my other sister Shelly, whom misses her sister and around this time of the year it is hard for her.
The hollidays are not celebrated any more at my parents house, they are something we try to get through with as little festive activity as possible. My father has Parkinson's Disease and is in a walker and my mother just got out of the hospital on December 8th and she is suffering from poor ciculation and from surgery she had on her foot. She also suffers from COPD and is on an oxygen machine. They are the people in my life that matter the most and they are who will get what I have to offer until someone else comes along that has given me what they have...including BPD.
It is not joyous or festive....BUT LAUNCHING THIS WEB PAGE AND POSTING THESE BLOGS HAS BEEN HOW I SPEND THE HOLIDAY AND THE POSTING ARE THE GIFTS I'M GIVING.
My mother and me sit and laugh our asses off at these blogs and the fucking idiots in the Bay Area.
On of the individuals that we laugh about most is Jason and my mother wants to meet him.
My mother told me she reminds him of a pipsqueek nerd....I told her more like a neddle-dicked pin-head Poindexter.
AND I AM HAVING A JOLLY GOOD TIME, WHERE'S THE SCOTCH AND EGG NOG.
What do we have to celebrate:
Jason Blantz losing his job and getting his and his clinics ass sued.
Me skull fucking Ms. Clark
My SSDI cost of living raise in January
Tellinng the truth about this conspiracy
The shit I am going to tear up and send to the Bay Area to my friends
the list goes on and on and on
See after the New Year
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