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KOOL-AID: trip to the village

Hit the Kool-Aid menu for previous posts Cannot believe I ran out of cigarettes. Well. Can. Because I did. Had that panic I remember getting when me and him ran out of drugs. The absolute horrifying panic of… Read More

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: 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… 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: 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