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. 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?

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 cottage, but then, I wonder if have been looking too hard. Last Thursday, when I cam home, … Continue reading KOOLAID: silver lining

KOOL-AID: the fall

Normal Tuesday. Arrival of cleaners in their shiny white van. Me, online reading retched, retched stories of former church and wishing I could turn back time to not attend that party where we met that abominable human being who got us both into this mess. Yes. Both. Even though I have seen the light, I … Continue reading KOOL-AID: the fall

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 a long time since have wanted to. Depression and imprisonment tends to take urges away from you. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: how do you like your eggs?

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 not sure if is actual insomnia. Has not been medically diagnosed, of course. And do not think … Continue reading KOOL-AID: sleep. fecking sleep.

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 for driving without a licence? Not that was worried about being arrested. Was worried about what came … Continue reading KOOL-AID: When a policeman offers you eggs, you know you’re in the country

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 need to be increased. Doctor about to go on leave so cannot make home visit. Three problems … Continue reading KOOL-AID: a visit to the doctors

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 to someone about it? Requesting he gets help? Sneak B group vitamins into his meals which, yes, … Continue reading KOOL-AID: right. so the plan

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. Because could not be arsed washing linens in bathtub have extended use of linen beyond reasonable measures. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: landlord’s secret

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 mail was sinister. A5 envelope with Gruff’s untidy scrawl on front. Name was not on envelope. Seems … Continue reading KOOL-AID: you’ve got mail