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
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
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
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
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
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
Recently, have been receiving emails from people who have read my blog and felt the need to write to me. Their emails are of concern for my well-being; touching base to make sure am okay, am not lonely,… Read More
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
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid… Yesterday Landlord came to me with a request. Would I drive him to the doctors today? He doesn’t trust the current state of his condition to drive into town. His meds… Read More
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid… No. Have not abandoned plan to rid self of church retribution, even with discovery of Landlord’s Parkinson’s and his feelings about that. (side note: is he depressed? Should I be speaking… Read More
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid… When I moved into the gatehouse (yes, after seeing size of main house realised that is what my “cottage” is) Landlord supplied me with two sets of linen for my bed…. Read More
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid… Postman Pat happy today. No packages. One single envelope. Watched him pass the window from position on the couch. The swinging of the metal mail slot a sinister sound. Probably because… Read More
