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All the entries in these journals depict reality, with the exception of the imaginary ones. The individuals mentioned in this journal are real, save for the fictional ones. The locations referenced in this journal are genuine, except for the made-up ones. The incidents recorded in this journal are factual, except for the fabricated ones.
Agnostic wanderer. Pro-choice advocate. Ally to the GLBT+ community. Passionate about writing, books, and languages. Obsessed with culinary experiments, fitness journeys, and aromatic experiences. VR & AI enthusiast.
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Fucking Trump in 2020s
Welcome to the United States of Fucktards where women love men and men love men. eyeroll Although, I’m guessing there wasn’t as much of a turnout which would be Biden’s fault because he did such...
Yesterday, I broke down in tears over my health issues. I took a nap, which gave me a bit of energy, and then I scrubbed the kitchen. But after just 20 to 30 minutes, it damned near knocked the ...
Early 2010: Tom has been laid off for nearly 17 months. I appreciate not having to worry about him being on the road so much and enjoy seeing him have more time for the things he loves. But eve...
Take Nothing for Granted in 2020s
When I see writing prompts asking, “What would you tell your younger self?” I’d tell myself to appreciate the things you take for granted when you’re young. When you’re young, you don’t realize ...
I sent a letter to Andy’s sister Marla since I couldn’t find his address, asking her to say hello to him for me. I admitted that moving away without telling him where I’d gone had been mean and ...
There were some gay-bashing jokes circulating in the park group. I read that you can report anonymously, so I flagged it to the group administration since it falls under politics, which isn’t al...
Complicated in 2020s
Why must life be so complicated? And why must it be so full of what you don’t want, with so much settling for second best? Unsurprisingly, I’m not going to be able to get Galileo back because th...
From Latvia to Lithuania in 2020s
I had a dream about discussing Andy with Tom. Tom said, “Boy, you are really unsure about what to do with him.” I replied, “Yeah, every woman needs a good friend, and I miss the good times.” ...
I’ve often been told I’m very smart. Yet even the smartest people can make poor decisions at times, and so I responded to Tammy’s brief Facebook message in early 2009 saying that she hoped I was...
Knowing that I’ll have to live with chronic fatigue for the rest of my life does not sit well with me at all. I really think that’s part of my problem. That in itself is like a partial death sen...
NOTE: This section updated March 2010. It has been nearly two years since we left the motel and moved into the secluded little trailer in the woods. I was battling a bad case of post-traumatic ...
Intense Fatigue in 2020s
Yesterday, I was hit with intense thyroid fatigue, but today I feel a little better. Because I jumped the gun and assumed the lung tightness was from the spray, it really messed things up over t...
The following morning, Saturday, Tom checked the ad for the Auburn trailer and found they’d left a number to call either Maryann or Jesse. He called Maryann first and left a message. She called ...
Each day Tom returned from work, stopping at the mailbox on the way to the motel to tell me the card still hadn’t arrived, was heart-wrenching. I felt increasingly doomed, out of sorts, physical...
Milestones in 2020s
How do people see their phones outdoors? I’m outside now, not even in direct sunlight, and I can barely see the screen. Talk-typing now and hoping for the best. I think this is coming out okay. ...
We spent about six hours loading the rental truck we would drive down to Sacramento, attaching a trailer to pull our own vehicle behind. By 3:00 p.m., we finally left Oregon for the last time on...
Ask Me Anything in 2020s
I’m open to any questions that don’t involve sensitive info. ;)
8-Bit Lair in 2020s
I guess I’ll allow comments again as long as spammers can stay away, and those with different opinions can respect that this is my journal and that I have zero tolerance for rudeness. Again, I d...
Written in 2007 Not long after we left the duplex, I entered my 40s and in late August, we found a small house to rent for just $450 a month on the edge of downtown. The neighborhood was older ...
Frozen Shoulder? in 2020s
I was sitting here, relaxing, and thinking of Nane when I caught myself saying, “There you go again, thinking of others who never think of you.” But thinking is harmless. As long as I continue t...
Written in 2005 When we left the land and the RV for good, we feared the man who sold us the property might hassle us about it. Surprisingly, he allowed us to sign the land back over to him. By...
Dreaming Big in 2020s
Yesterday was a good day, but today the fatigue is back. Having to deal with so much fatigue is not only frustrating because it interferes with my daily life, but I also honestly don’t know how ...
Note: This section was written in 2005 and edited in 2024 for sharing. With tears streaming down my face, we left the mountain on September 7th. I felt beaten, helpless, and hopeless. It seemed...
No Breathing Room in 2020s
Not having any breathing room around us really gets to me. There’s a truck parked between us and Ray. I checked the cam, and they arrived around 9:30 last night—a couple. I wonder if Ray knows. ...
On Friday, June 11th, 2004, one day before our move-out date, I tearfully walked out of the house for the last time and into the RV. I had lived in Arizona for exactly twelve years and two days....
