What to Do?
This post is going to go in two directions. Why? Because I don’t know which direction I’m going yet, because standing still ain’t working. I have to go left or right.
Welcome to my Blog
Winning
Speaking of sharks, I won the opposition to motion for joinder. On written argument, no less. They want me to draft some kind of order, which I’ll read more carefully when I’m off my phone and can actually see it, but the point is: I won. That’s a first. I held my own in that one.
Sharks
You have to be one of three things to swim in shark-infested waters: oblivious, stupid, or ballsy. The legal system is full of sharks. Some of them are just little fish who hide behind the gleaming teeth and will nip at your ankles like an overstimulated chihuahua. That is {D}, and he has the scar on his ankle to prove it. Then there are your great whites, who circle and decide if you are even worth their time to rip limb from limb. These are the real lawyers with the custom-made suits, because Brooks Brothers is for bureaucrats and other assorted poor people. Unless they are there to destroy you, the great white ain’t gonna get blood on his $6,000 suit.
Unsafe
What a weird weekend. I have a new {D} story.
A Day in the Life
Let me walk you through a day in the life of a rape victim.
Don’t Rape Me and I Won’t Say You Raped Me, Fair?
So it would appear I lost some readers from my post about knowing who is visiting and watching. Like Burlington ran for the exits, confirming what I already knew, I think. The girlfriend left, but it would appear they are on vacation actually. Which the idea of {D} on vacation pisses me the fuck off. He doesn’t deserve a vacation. I do. Fuck that guy.
I Don’t Want To
I’ve been writing and deleting texts to Rock and Roll Lawyer all day. I’ve been fighting off the overwhelming urge to overshare and tell him everything. Why am I like this?
Visitors
Every weekend I wake up, look at my website analytics, and think to myself, “What the fuck are these people up so early for, and why is part of their morning routine reading my blog?” You people wake up too fucking early (looking at you, Burlington — what the fuck with the 5 a.m?). And I’m really not that interesting. I guess I do try to keep you guys entertained with my rage and dark humor. You guys are using my trauma for your drama every morning at the asscrack of dawn.
What Almost Ran
This is what I had written for the paper.
I Believe You, But…
“I believe you. I’m sorry that happened to you, but…” — that’s what a sexual assault victim hears from everyone who is involved in their case. That “but…” is the real problem, because that is the moment they tell you there is nothing they can do.
The Problem With Two States
I have a side project going and it is pissing me off. No one ever answers you straight and the name of the game is to give as little information as humanly possible.
Is Love at First Sight a Psychopathic Trait?
I'm learning. It’s amazing. I am super into this guy. I’m making him a bass and it’s going to be played on stage and that kicks ass.
Seeking Support
If you or someone you know is going through a similar experience, remember that you are not alone. Reach out for help and support. Together, we can overcome.
