Category Archives: Late Night

An Act of Triage, Part II

So, this is Part I.  It’s not necessary to read, but it gives some good background.  Before I get on with the meat of this entry, I want to meander a bit first. After the last fairly-positive blog entry, the demons were doubling down on their attacks.  Now, their attacks are fairly short in nature… Continue Reading

It’s MY Life!

Ed. Note, Part I: I have decided to take an internet-communication-free day starting from when I get up tomorrow (or go to bed tonight/this morning) until I get up Saturday morning/come back from Taiji).  Why?  Because.  I am posting a new entry before I take my mini-hiatus, but I will not be replying to any… Continue Reading

Committing Triage, Part I

Music note: I told a musical friend that I liked Trent Reznor and Lords of Acid and asked for his recommendations.  After commenting that I liked “electrofuckpervsleaze”, which, I had never heard before but immediately dubbed perfect, he suggested VNV Nation.  Illusion was the first vid to pop up on YouTube, and I was hooked… Continue Reading

The Reckoning, Part II

This is Part I that I wrote earlier tonight.  It’s best to read Part I before reading Part II, but it’s not necessary.  I promise you I will return to the subject of my mojo by the end of this entry. Another thing that came up in my last therapy session was how the hell… Continue Reading

Listening to the Demons’ Song

Do you ever have one of those days where you just HATE everything about yourself?  Well, I am having one of those days. First of all, I have to say, coming out of depression is hard fucking work.   I always feel like I have to watch myself for any signs of incipient depression in… Continue Reading

The Space In-Between

I have always been a black and white kinda gal.  Or, if I am going to be completely honest, I’ve always been a black and blacker kinda gal.   In my world, you were friend or you were foe.  You were with me or you were against me.  Binary thinking?  Oh, hell, yeah.  I had… Continue Reading

Lady of the Evening

In another life, I would have been a concubine who had nothing to do but think of ways to sexually satisfy her master.  In another life, I would have been a geisha, taught seventy-six ways to please a man without even touching him.  In another life, I would have been the last wife, the one… Continue Reading

She’s Coming Undone

I am slowly coming to the realization that much of what I believe about myself and my family is, well, for a lack of a better word, shit.  Let me explain (what, you thought you could stop me?).  My family mythos consisted of a perfect-looking family with highly-educated immigrant parents who work their asses off… Continue Reading