I was out back trying to heat up the compost pile so that like a fire it's heat can sustain itself, and... well... oops.

I had a gallon tub of hot tap water and I poured it in the old brick barbecue pit that I'm using as a composter, and out the hole in front runs a opossum. I was worried at first that I injured it. Well, at first I laughed very loudly and then I worried. Either way, I'm pretty sure that the water wasn't hot enough to burn the opossum, and even though the opossum only fled and never squealed (like they did when I hit them with a tomatoe), to ease my mind I held my hand under the faucet for half a minute with the hot water and while the heat was uncomfortable I was uninjured.

As I stated in an earlier post: the old house_of_clocks, which due to its dilapidated condition was sometimes called the Crackhouse of Clocks, was completely renovated and turned into a condo a couple years after we moved out. purpleglitter and I went to the open house today to check the place out. The layout of the place was virtually the only thing that was familiar. The place is astounding, wonderful. I'd love to move back in if I could afford it. Even if I could afford it, however, the housing market is poised on the verge of a giant bubble burst and now would definitely not the time to be buying.


( tour of the renovated old house of clocks )

i'm so very tired
i took 2mg of ativan to help me sleep
but then had the sudden urge to wash some knickers
they're in purpleglitter's sink right now
i have to stay up until i'm done cleaning them
but the ativan is kicking in
pulling me down
i want to sleep

today was a good day
spent the entire day sober
first time in a couple weeks
good to do that
was becoming too much of a pothead
i'm not giving up pot
i just don't think i'm going to smoke as much as i have been
it's gotten too out of control

just eight more minutes and i can take my knickers out of the sink
and go to bed
ah bed
i'm writing this post to stay awake
i want fresh knickers when i wake up
not soggy ones that have sat in the sink all night

i drank way too much coffee today
three cups
i'm supposed to limit myself to one cup a day
but i need caffeine
i'll try to cut down tomorrow

a skunk once saved my life
a couple years ago
i was going to kill myself
i had left during neitherday
(neitherday is the time between days
when it is no longer today
and not yet tomorrow
usually between 3am and 4am)
back to the story
i left during neitherday
i walked down the empty streets to the bike trail
i had a bottle of pills in my hand
a large prescription bottle with the word "EXIT" written on it
it was full of a mix of pills
every pill i could find
but on my way to the bike trail i ran into a skunk
the skunk saw me and stomped up and down on it's front legs
i've seen them do that on nature shows
it's their final warning before they spray
i turned around and ran in the opposite direction
back home
but i couldn't get in
i hadn't brought my keys with me
wasn't expecting to need them again
i didn't want to wake anyone in the house
but i thought merryperseis was still up
(she wasn't)
i looked for some small rocks to throw at her window
but i couldn't find any
so i threw the pills (but not the bottle) at her window
the pills failed to catch her attention
i ended up being forced to knock
luckily my initial gentle knocking was enough to get her attention
she let me in
and i went to sleep

sleep
sounds good to me right now
it's time to take the knickers out of the sink and head to bed
good night

Washing my knickers in the sink in the bathroom in the dark while drunk. What fun.

Something was just knocking on the pantry window. Knocking. It wasn't the window rattling. I know what that sounds like. Something was knocking. I looked out the window. Nothing. Just snow sitting on the roof below.

Just something new to add to the growing list of oddities here at the house_of_clocks. Most visitors to the house_of_clocks have seen people walking in the downstairs hallway. People that aren't there. I'm suspicious that those who haven't just don't talk about it. Doors here have been known to open and shut on their own in still air. Doors that greatly outnumber the rooms. Sometimes I can hear people moving about when there is no one else here. We have found secret compartments the walls. The faucets behave in odd, and sometimes unpredictable manners. The whole place feels strange. Unworldly.

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I ask myself, how did we end up with this place? The rent is so cheap, compared to anyplace of equivalent size, location, and upkeep. Two floors. Two full huge baths. Tons of rooms. Gigantic closets. Built in window seat in the livingroom. Amazingly crafted walls, moldings, and windows. The place is out of a dream. We should be paying at least twice as much in rent as we are. Probably more. None of us should be able to afford to live here. It seems outlandish that it just fell into our lap.

Last night was the worst Beeb night thus far on record. We had a large yelling argument before purpleglitter and I left for stop and shop. She was predictably both transphobic and homophobic. It's interesting that she somehow thinks that I care what some person with a brain pickled by decades of excessive daily alcohol and drug use thinks about me.

After we got back from stop and shop, we cranked up the music. After much yelling back and forth, Beeb called the police about the music. The police told her that as it was before 11:00pm, they could do nothing. Much yelling again ensued.

At 11:00, I turned the music down to a legal volume. Loud enough to annoy a roommate right down the hall, but not so loud as to be heard by any neighbors. Of course, at 11:00pm, Beeb called the police again about the music. They came out. Beeb, being embarrassingly trashed, didn't come out of her room to talk to the police. The officers accepted that the music was at a legal volume, and that we should work it out amongst ourselves. Much yelling again ensued after the police left.

Beeb attempted, rather pathetically, to overflow the tub. Then the sink. From a neutral observers point of view, it her drunken ineptness would have been amusing, but from my point of view, it was annoying.

15 minutes later, Beeb called the police again about the music. They didn't come. So she called them again. They didn't come. She then came into our room and broke purpleglitter's favorite lamp. This time we both called the police.

The police refused to listen about the broken lamp, but made threats to me about the music. Beeb kept motioning to the police in a manor to show I was ridiculous. She had said previously that the police would pay less attention to me because I was a "dick in a skirt", and in some ways she right. The police in this country are far more less likely to listen to a transsexual. They refused to take any report about the broken lamp, threatened to arrest me if they were called again and left.

We turned the music down and went to sleep. I was far to angry to sleep, so I took 200mg of seroquel. Enough to knock me out, not enough to know me out for days. I wish that burnt out drunken hag would just leave already.

I'm giving Bebe one week to shape up or ship out. I'm not backing down this time. I've absolutely had it.

Yesterday, purpleglitter cut her foot on broken glass because Bebe in a drunken stupor tried to pry two glass bowls apart by banging them on the counter. Then failed to even try to clean it up.

The day before that she dumped her barf bucket filled with bloody vomit into the kitchen sink on top the dishes. She was to drunk to realize that that might not only gross others in the house out, but also a serious health hazard.

I want her gone

And that is that.

No more nice Beverly

I just cleaned some knickers in the bathroom sink. Clean knickers are very important. What if the world were to end tomorrow and I had dirty knickers on? How would I explain that one away?

Oops! I was washing my knickers much earlier this afternoon and forgot about them. I just found them in the sink still soaking. I guess the extra long soak didn't do them any harm, if anything I have cleaner knickers than I would otherwise have.