Of course they are. Don’t you know that insanity is inherited? We get it from our kids. 
glad you’re having a better day.
Good for you Spaz. You deserve not to have to deal with relationship stress.
Updated my site, with pictures of my place, now with actual stuff in it. Link’s in my sig, if anybody’s interested.
Here’s hopin’ for the best solution possible Spaz whatever that may be.
Booger King made dindin just because I couldn’t be bothered. OYKW ate and then left to go to his place to deal with paperirk, poor thing. Ima go to Evenin’ Prayer at the church house shortly just to get over bein’ such a grouch.
gotti what with all the technology at hand in my office, TPTB still insist that some things must be communicated by fax. It’s just stoopid.
Ok, gonna get my ill self outta here now.
Laterz!
yay soapy!
spaz hope you make the right decision for you.
I am having a rough week at work. mr ems had to talk me down from quitting last night. Urgh.
On the plus side I got to have dinner with friends on Monday night - one of which lives in Norway now. This was the first time in several years that we have been in the same city at the same time and as fate would have it we are meeting tonight again. Whoohoo.
Okay I’m officially done with Culinary Boy.
Here’s what happened: Yesterday he got kicked out of the veteran’s quarters he was staying at for missing curfew too many times. He got high on bath salts and was tweaking all night. I stayed with him and dropped him off at the ER this morning. They let him out and he went back to the motel he was staying at to lie down. I went by around noon to give him back his stuff that was in my car. There were two empty forties by his bed. (He’s an alcoholic, formerly recovering it seems) He was pretty tired, so I left to go back to work. I asked him if it was all right if a friend of mine from work who knows him and is concerned called him later on. He said okay.
So I get off work and I call Culinary Boy. He’s met some guy at the motel and they’re getting drunk together. He drunk texts me for the next hour while I’m driving. I eventually turned off my phone. An hour or so later a mutual friend calls me. Mutual friend had gone by the motel earlier and sat with Culinary Boy for a little while. Mutual friend then called Culinary Boy who was incoherently drunk. MF then calls me and we talk for a bit. A little while later, Work Friend called Culinary Boy. I start getting hateful texts from CB accusing me of cheating on him with WF and racial epithets and all kinds of outright shit. So I tell roommates that I’m done with CB and call Sprint and cut off his phone. I just got back from changing my number.
Now I have to pack up a whole bunch of crap and talk to Computer Boy about getting a separate hard drive to put Culinary’s computer stuff on because I’m keeping the damn computer. This will probably happen tomorrow because I just can’t deal with it now. I talked to Work Friend and he’s agreed to keep an eye on my car at work. And now I need to start looking for places I can afford on my own. I’m scared and relieved at the same time. I’m also incredibly keyed up because I didn’t sleep much last night and I don’t know what tonight’s sleep will look like.
Ah, spaz. Why does doing the right thing just suck so much?
I don’t know. I can’t be his crutch anymore. Fortunately, a lot of my friends around here understand. I don’t want him to destroy himself, but he might have to before he wakes up completely. Why is it always when things look like they might actually work out that they fall apart?
Weirdness factor: Saturday night my roommates Sassy Chica, Clown and myself all had bad dreams featuring Culinary Boy. Sunday is when I started noticing a downward slip.
Our closets are packed with skeletons… but they’ve never been any great secret. My great-grandfather a sexual predator, and most likely gay. He was caught in multiple trysts with men, and we know he raped two of his three sons for years (both died relatively young of alcoholism/dare-devil behavior) before my great-grandmother fled the state he lived in with all their children, never saw him again. Two of my aunts spent their late teens/early 20s having abortions and multiple children born out of wedlock and adopted (one has since rejoined our family and become my favorite cousin). My father’s birth father, a surgeon, convinced my father’s birth mother that my father was not a pregnancy, just a benign tumor (she was 45 so I can understand why she believed it), and she was on the table for the abortion when the doctor performing it had a pang of conscience and confessed. It goes on…
rhubarbarin just wow! :eek: That’s all I can think to say.
{{{spaz}}} stuff like this just sucks but it sounds like you’re makin’ the right decision for you.
Home from Evenin’ Prayer at the church house. It was good for me in that I am no longer in an ill mood. Matter of fact I’m startin’ to feel sleepified.
Sorry about your troubles, Spaz. Sounds like you’ve got some good friends on the ground there to give you support, at least. Really sounds like you’re doing the right thing, unfortunately.
Yay for the on-campus interview, Soapy!
rhubarbarin: :eek: Just: :eek:
Sorry about having to be the bad news bear, swampy. Sorry - couldn’t help myself. But I really am sorry.
Interesting headline, gotti. :dubious: Also, I think that government entities, if they’re actually thinking, are moving to that type of technology because they can save LOTS of money.
Sorry about the work stress, mmmmmmmmmmm.
Off to map out the dead circuit. Gotta make sure I know what the 'lectrician needs to get to on Monday.
Hugs all.
GT
more :eek:'s for rhubarbarin
and
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You know, I feel bad about cutting off Culinary Boy’s phone, but I just keep telling myself I’m not supporting him anymore. I’m just going to have to let him fall.
When I was seven, I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “I hope I have an interesting life.” If you’ll excuse me, I need to go back in time to punch myself in the mouth.
So Swampy, who is your sponsor?
My kitchen phone has a rotary dial. It was here when we bought the place and neither of us has the inclination to have a huge hole in the wall so we keep it there.
If my family has any skeletons, they haven’t told me. As far as I know, we’re pretty open with our strangeness.
Sweetie’s mother had an aunt (great aunt?) who owned a brothel in Boston but it wasn’t exactly a secret.
Spaz I’m sorry you’re having a hard time. It’d be nice to think that it’ll be a wake up call for Culinary Boy but so frequently that’s not the case. Stay strong.
The brother of my great grandfather murdered his 16 yr old girlfriend then shot himself (he was 21)
My grandfather was conceived out of wedlock - shock horror (Plymouth brethren so a big deal at the time)
I dont want the crap that has happened to me to become a family - well anything - no one in my family is going to know
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I’ve got one of these in the kitchen. I’ve got a “donor” phone lined up so I can put 1950’s guts into a 100+ year old phone and be able to connect it to the house PBX - it will ring and be able to answer calls, but there won’t be a dial. When I bought it, it was pretty much a basket case, so there’s really nothing internal to preserve.
One of these is down the hall, but I don’t plan to hook it up as there’s no good way to get a line to that location.
Part of me wants to call Culinary Boy this morning to let him know I’m done. The rest of me thinks I should wait until this afternoon when I can call his brother to see about dumping his stuff over there. I don’t know what to do.
I’ve not even told Culinary Boy I’m done. I think I owe him that at least, but not if he’s still drunk. I’m sure he’s noticed his phone is off now.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 70 Amurrkin with a predicted high of only 88 for the day. It’s a cool down! We actually have a chance of rain overnight and tomorrow. Hope. Hope. Hope.
Big Bubba’s Bait Shop and Leather Emporium.
Cool phones gotti!
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. I must make the rounds of the upper 40 today to check on some folk. Thus, somebody else will have to listen to mean phone calls today.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
I haz a blurf.
Well, I had 2 cousins go to prison, one cousin who estranged herself from the entire family by nutty behavior, and the usual divorces. I’m just rth off white sheep of the family(I did meet my “just friend”
at a biker bar ).
And another day of blurf for me, too.
Yay Soapy!!! : vacuums FCM’s confetti with wild abandon :
Sorry, Spaz.
rhubarbarin, :eek:, I think you win the thread.