I mean, is only obvious reason, yes? Why else would he touch me? Am not saying am gorgeous or anything like that, am not irresistible but am only woman available so maybe he thought would try his luck. Don’t want to fuck him, though. Am already fucking Policeman so don’t need to fuck Landlord, too. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: does he want to f**k me?
So this is my second attempt at writing this post. My first attempt involved several paragraphs describing the art of cutting hair. I read it back and found self half-asleep with boredom. No one wants to read something so monotonous. Was working up to something, see, and thought the whole hair-cutting process would set the … Continue reading KOOL-AID: a new man
Catch up on Almost Drank the Kool-Aid by hitting the link in the menu above I haven’t mentioned what happened the night after the cramp. Quite a bit has gone on since then. I went back and slept on the couch and slept through my alarm the next morning because it didn’t matter anymore. The … Continue reading KOOL-AID: a purpose
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 in the church. Poster child. Success story. Still is. For a while, I was too.They loved me. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: at the end of the day, you’re usually to blame
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 he was being killed. All those terrible things come into my mind. They’d come for him. They … Continue reading KOOL-AID: cramp in the night
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 dickhead or fuckhead or anything else derogatory. Don’t know how I feel about him. Changes every day. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: we met in camden
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. Am not alone. Am not the only fool. Am not the only dickhead out there. But not … Continue reading KOOL-AID: am I like her?
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 cottage, but then, I wonder if have been looking too hard. Last Thursday, when I cam home, … Continue reading KOOLAID: silver lining
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? Am not sure. Because then was trying to think what cottage was supposed to smell like. It … Continue reading KOOL-AID: somebody’s been sleeping in my bed
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 my alarm. Suspected it had been going for a while. Looked over to Landlord — had kept … Continue reading KOOL-AID: and so i speak