The Divine Mr. M

~Largely unaddressed in all of this bullshit is my impending birthday. I usually get morose around this time of year anyway. My birthday has been a milestone of Failure and Trauma for a long time and even when things are 'okay', I get moody when August arrives.

This year it seems like The Universe said, “Okay, dickface, I'll give something to really be fucking moody about,” like some fucking sadistic parent.

Yeah, well fuck you too, buddy.

~Goddess Fuck, I'm in a foul fucking humor. That our Internet connectivity has sucked pus from a dead dog's ass for the past week has not helped. An AT&T tech is supposed to manifest here tomorrow afternoon.

I had my full-on emotional meltdown three hours after Le-Le had hers in our lawyer's office. It was thinking about the possibility of having to give up the little weasels that tipped me over the edge, though I'd been hovering there for hours.

We sat on my bed while I sobbed. Le-Le cried too, but she had let out so many tears earlier they were only a dribble by that point. A couple of the weasels came in to see what was up. They got to sit on our laps, which was very calming. Funny how that works.

Then, after we settled, we started looking for rentals. There are a few good prospects and that calmed us more. I slept a while and woke up improved.

My present foul humor is merely because I have been reading about how Monied Interests are continuing to abuse and crush those who are not and in this moment I feel that quite personally. It will a cold comfort that the reality of this house will likely break That Woman. It hope it fucking hurts. A few years of drooling dementia would be satisfactory.

So, we regroup and start again. A rental is not quite a reboot of Stage One, but more an Interregnum. I am hopeful that once we have settled, I'll be able to finally finish The Explanation and move forward with The Temple again.

And I feel better having written this, a Good Sign, as recently my 'rants' have not been very cathartic. I suppose that even though we are being wrenched from this house, at least the end of this crisis is in sight.

PS I'm also posting this publicly as a Fuck You to Trolls. [Yeah, I mean you Ivory] We are not going to be crushed and I will deal with you all in due course and in ways that will not only surprise you, but that you will not know come from us until such is revealed.

See, I operate on the Chinese System of Revenge; wait three years before taking action against ones enemies. By then most of ones enemies will be either have been forgotten or been punished by The World. Those enemies that remain can then be dealt with in cold blood. That is not a threat, that is simply a Mission Statement.

And so it fucking is....