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
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
KOOL-AID: a visit to the doctors
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
KOOL-AID: right. so the plan
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
KOOL-AID: landlord’s secret
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
KOOL-AID: you’ve got mail
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
KOOL-AID: i didn’t know you were seventeen
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-aid… It’s been three days since the whole pond-falling incident. Yes, that’s how I’m referring to my suicide attempt. Today was visited by Landlord. Did wonder if he was “checking in.” To… Read More
