giorge thomas

my uterus thanks you

Why hello! Currently, I am suffering through the bloody mess which is my period. Yes, that’s right. I just mentioned the ‘p’ word. As a woman, we’re not supposed to, right? Yet, as a woman who bleeds like… 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

my cat, my life, my kool-aid

You poor, patient bastards. Yes, thanks for hanging on. The next instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid is coming. I promise. I don’t even have the excuse of not writing. Because all of it is done. Well. The… 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: thanks for writing, but I just can’t risk it

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

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