KOOL-AID: yes somebody died. but they weren’t murdered

For obvious reasons, did not get a lot of sleep last night. Stayed awake, wondering if they’d come for me in the middle of the night. Imagination went wild thinking of all the ways Landlord could have murdered someone. Wondered who it was. Wondered if was girl he has photo of in his bedroom. (But … Continue reading KOOL-AID: yes somebody died. but they weren’t murdered

KOOL-AID: checkmate

When I was young, my dad taught me how to play chess. In his usual style, though, he only explained half of what I needed to know before we launched into our first game. Whether out of impatience or because he wanted to win, am not sure. Any how, it wasn’t long before I was … Continue reading KOOL-AID: checkmate

KOOL-AID: taking a stroll

Things are companionable between Landlord and I. And quiet. Like a magnet, am drawn to the house every day, sitting down to lunch in silence, returning home, and then back to the main house for dinner. Am enjoying cooking. Is the freedom of it, I think. But also, feel as though am doing a proper … Continue reading KOOL-AID: taking a stroll

KOOL-AID: it’s okay. am not dead

It was what I guess you would call “an episode.” Have read the two posts I made that day and can see may have been obvious to you folks reading this. The dribble! It got a lot worse. Has been a long while since have been like this. Church will say is because they were … Continue reading KOOL-AID: it’s okay. am not dead

KOOL-AID: apparently am odd

Went to house and said to Landlord that was not going to fuck him and he said to me that was acting weird and we had a huge argument about it. Treated me like was mental patient. Kept saying name is quiet, soothing tone. Was fucking ridiculous. I mean, who the fuck does he think … Continue reading KOOL-AID: apparently am odd

KOOL-AID: does he want to f**k me?

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?

KOOL-AID: the dream

So I had this dream last night which was fucking weird. Basically, was wearing the white ethereal gown which is ridiculous because would never wear white and was walking in this slow elegant manner at twilight right into the stream like Virginia Woolf and I laid down and let myself be drowned. Landlord was watching … Continue reading KOOL-AID: the dream

KOOL-AID: a new man

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

KOOL-AID: a purpose

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

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 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