mad scientist girl

so now that we have ferrets in our household... we have yet another animal to drive us crazy. Or me, at least.... it seems they always go after me. Sparky, stop chasing my feet! No really, I'm going to step on you. Stop chasing my feet does NOT mean bite my feet! Ouch you asshole! Fuck you, ferret. Stay out of my garbage can flower! That does not mean knock it over and play in its contents. You’re an asshole, ferret. Want a treat, sparky? NO, my hand is not the treat! My laptop is not for playing on flower! (two minutes later) Fuck! Sparky, like I told your sister my laptop is NOT for playing on. Stop tweeting for me, my followers don’t understand ferret. God damnit. Kitty, be nice to the sparky. Meow? Sparky stop biting the kitty! Kitty, I take it back.. don’t be nice. Sparky, leave the clothes on my drying rack alone! (two minutes later) I SAID, leave the clothes alone! (three minutes later) FUCKING HELL LEAVE THE CLOTHES ALO...

Ok, I know I’ve been absent for the better part of a few months now. I wrote one blog in all of January and it was barely even funny. I really don’t have an excuse other than I’ve been working through my issues … I’m on medication now and it’s really helped, but I’ve been using all my creative juices for my creative writing class…. And the story I wrote (which I shared in my previous post ) was one that was dear to my heart. It wasn’t the story of my life, but I did pull some details from my own memories. It was a hard journey to undertake and I’m still feeling the after effects. I’m hoping soon I’ll get back into my regular habit of blogging and reading (and commenting) other blogs…. Cuz I miss it! So without further ado…. I was tagged by the wonderful and amazingly funny Sarcasm Goddess …. She asked me some hard questions and I’ve done my best to give you answers that are not only accurate but fucking bizarre as well... I want you to leave here scratching your head, in a good w...

I hope you like it.... this is the story I submitted for my creative writing class. It's not what happened to me personally but it's ...an alternate reality of what might have happened to me after my mum committed suicide. I see this as a "what if"... what if I hadn't had such amazing family that helped and supported me through it... what if I had let myself fall victim to the sadness... what if things had been just slightly different..... so here it is folks.................. *drum roll* She tries to turn her face away as they roll her down the corridor; the bright lights seem more glaring with her tired eyes. If she could only cover her eyes, but the restraints have her hands bound. The pain and sadness within her battles with the embarrassment and humiliation she feels. A single tear breaks free and finally rolls down the side of her face. It tickles her cheek and then pools in her ear; she wishes nothing more at that moment than to be able to wipe i...