giorge thomas

KOOL-AID: at the end of the day, you’re usually to blame

Catch up on Almost Drank the Kool-Aid by hitting the link in the menu above I can probably pin-point the moment when my relationship with him began to fall apart. You see, he was quite the golden boy… Read More

KOOL-AID: cramp in the night

Catch up on Kool-Aid by hitting the link in the menu above So last night was sleeping on the couch in Landlord’s house when I heard a scream. Horrible, blood-curdling scream. Was coming from Landlord’s room upstairs. Thought… Read More

KOOL-AID: we met in camden

we met in camden Right. I think I’m ready to talk about him. Don’t even know what to call him. Him? Dickhead? Wanker? Fuckhead? All a bit harsh. Especially because I don’t know if I think he’s a… Read More

KOOL-AID: am I like her?

Hit the Kool-Aid menu for previous posts There’s this chick. Ex-member of cult. Am interested in shit like that. Am interested in other people who have also been caught up in cults. Guess it makes me feel better…. Read More

KOOLAID: silver lining

Hit the Kool-Aid menu for previous posts I’m still here. Some of you were kind enough to message me. Yes, yes, am still alive. Just haven’t really feel like writing. No other feeling someone has been in the… Read More

KOOL-AID: somebody’s been sleeping in my bed

Well, not really. Certainly hope not. But, yeah, someone’s been in my house. Came home and just had that feeling. Everything looked the same. Nothing out of place. But you know, something was off.Was it on a smell?… Read More

KOOL-AID: and so i speak

Now I understand the fear of that poor nurse trying to wake me when I had concussion as a kid. I failed last night. Fell asleep in the armchair next to Landlord’s bed. Woke to the sound of… Read More

my uterus thanks you

Why hello! Currently, I am suffering through the bloody mess which is my period. Yes, that’s right. I just mentioned the ‘p’ word. As a woman, we’re not supposed to, right? Yet, as a woman who bleeds like… Read More

my cat, my life, my kool-aid

You poor, patient bastards. Yes, thanks for hanging on. The next instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid is coming. I promise. I don’t even have the excuse of not writing. Because all of it is done. Well. The… Read More

KOOL-AID: how do you like your eggs?

Turns out I like mine with a side of fuckery. Yes, yes. You’re probably all thinking is a bit sluttish of me. But has been a long time since have done fuckery of any sort. Admittedly, has been… Read More

KOOL-AID: sleep. fecking sleep.

Have you been keeping up with Almost Drank the Kool-Aid? If not, this probably won’t make any sense to you. You can catch up from the beginning by selecting the Kool-Aid menu above.   sleep. fecking sleep. Am… Read More

KOOL-AID: When a policeman offers you eggs, you know you’re in the country

Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid… So yes, about the policeman. Landlord and I waited in the car; Landlord scowling for some unknown reason, me about to piss my pants. Was wondering — do you get arrested… Read More