my week


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By wisper on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 04:20 pm:

    Let me tell you about my week.

    -Saw WWF Raw is War

    -cat died. She was 18. I found out 5 minutes
    before Raw started.

    -found out that psychopagen ex has MS (the
    disease, not the chat service) and will be in a
    wheelchair in less than 10 years. He is dying
    slowly and painfully.
    Careful what you wish, i suppose.
    They say i should call him.

    -got (first ever!) eviction notice. I'm not worried,
    just in no mood to fight this bullshit.

    -made therapy appointment

    and now i'm back here.

    and how've you all been?


By Hal on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 05:22 pm:

    Damn...
    Well I can't complain now.


By J on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 05:40 pm:

    I'm sooo sorry Whisper,is there anything I can do to help?


By TBone on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 06:15 pm:

    What are you being evicted for?

    Bummers.

    But it's good to hear from you.


By wisper on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 06:26 pm:

    bring my kitty back?
    not for me, for my poor mother. She won't stop
    crying. In all fairness, it was her cat, not mine.
    I've been moved out for years and so mom
    was around the cat more than anyone.
    I'm not so bad about it, i could see she was in
    pain, her joints were really going and
    sometimes when she would try to jump up on
    a chair with you...again and again and again
    because she could barely jump anymore, i
    would think "please go soon....i can't watch
    you like this anymore". She was in pain. It's
    better for her now. But she was so young
    looking, and so soft, and if you were crying
    she would come and lick your tears away. She
    was the bestest kitty ever. I'll miss her like hell.




By wisper on Monday, September 10, 2001 - 06:47 pm:

    about the crazy ex... i feel the same way about
    it as i feel about war in far off lands.

    you care but.....you don't.


    When asked what i think he'll do, my answer
    is to the point: "he'll kill himself."
    it's simple. I always knew he would do it one
    day, and now i'm just reading the paper and
    waiting. I give him 2 years. He is going blind
    and soon he won't be able to draw, which is
    what he does, and what i do as well, and if he
    can't do that he'll throw himself from his
    balcony. That's what i would do.

    They say i should call him. This is all so
    fucking strange. I ask why. I know it seems
    like the moral thing to do but really.
    why

    come on. What can i possibly say. "hi there,
    heard you're dying, yeah, Me? i'm shitty. Yup.
    Still never want to see you again. You're
    number is still blocked on my phone. Yeah,
    email too. Nope. Uh-huh. So, how long till you
    throw yourself from the 13th floor? Okay. Bye"

    jezuz.

    that would be great, knowing it took him dying
    for me to call him.