Jodi (she/her) ⋅ 58 ⋅
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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In April 1982, I became a ward of the state while attending an alternative high school. For years, I struggled with the question of how it all came to be. Did my parents willingly give me up, or...
Revising My Bio in 2020s
Just when I was starting to think I would never get online, here I am. Not much to say, though, because we’ve been pretty busy. He finished one of the four bedroom walls yesterday. It looks grea...
The summer of 1981 through the summer of 1984, when I was fifteen to eighteen years old, were the worst years of my childhood. The amount of stress, fear, anxiety, anger, confusion, frustration,...
In 1978, we moved from the newer side of Longmeadow to the older section. Although the house was much older, it was bigger and I liked it a lot better. It didn’t have much of a back or front yar...
We had a summer cottage at Old Colony Beach in Old Lyme, Connecticut. As soon as school let out, we’d head there and stay until Labor Day. My family began going to this beach when I was a baby a...
James and Charlotte were good friends of my parents. I liked them, along with their daughter Shelley, who was a lesbian. Another couple close to our family was Goldie and Al, and I liked them as...
I don’t remember my mother working until I was older, though I vaguely recall my parents owning a record store when I was very young. Also, when I was little, my father did some extermination wo...
In 2002, I finally decided to write my autobiography, drawing on the memories and journals I’ve been keeping since 1987. I worked on it on and off throughout the years. I was, and still am, the...
I wasn’t planning to do an entry today, but then I thought, why not? Especially since I slept a little better and have more energy today. I did have a bad dream last night, though, about losing ...
Damn Storms in 2020s
Even more exhausted today as the sleep debt mounts, and the storms keep waking me up. Oh, to be able to sleep at night when the storms and motorcycles are much less likely to disturb me. I cras...
Both Exhausted in 2020s
I’m not going to record my sleep on Google Sheets anymore. It’s too complicated due to my sleep disorder and the limitations of their sample template. I’m opting for a more straightforward appro...
Stormed Awake in 2020s
Is speech-to-text trying to be my AI buddy or something? Every now and then, it inserts text when no one’s talking and there are no sounds. The last line in my story was, “She awoke bright and e...
Tom & Tink in 2020s
Poor Tom and poor Tinkerbella. Tom has gotten too shaky to solder things. He’s always been into electronics, computers, and things like that; it’s always been his hobby to tinker with making elec...
Another day of being tired thanks to staying up for a long time. I also had a dream that wasn’t a nightmare but still wasn’t great. It seems like it’s always one or the other for me—nightmares or...
Ugh, another nightmare—this one particularly worrisome. We were living in a large house, with the bedrooms upstairs and a basement below. The lock on the door was broken, and when Andy wandered i...
Just Whatever in 2020s
Why oh why must the past always come back to haunt me? First, my nail is splitting again. But this is the second night in a row I’m spotting ants by the kitchen window, and we just fucking bombed...
Mulling the Inspire in 2020s
Finished watching another episode of FBI. The latest VZ challenge is out. There are five rides ranging from 27 to 56 miles. I’m going to be riding through New York, Spain, Australia, Hawaii, and...
Pros and Cons of PB in 2020s
I’m relaxing on my comfy little ocean—my waterbed—while waiting for my food to cook. Tonight, I’m making fish, a baked potato, and zucchini fries. The new PB update is a mixed bag. The new backg...
Inspire Surgery? in 2020s
I’m allowing comments for this entry because if anyone’s had experience or knows someone who’s had experience with the Inspire implant for sleep apnea, I would like to hear about how it turned ou...
Silhouette Nightmare in 2020s
Not much to report at the moment. Although I was a little tired yesterday, I’ve got good energy today, and I hope I do tomorrow too, even though fatigue is the main reason I’m going to see the do...
So today was bombing day, and the rat was great. I sat in the back seat of the car behind Tom, and she was next to me in her little pink carrier, perfectly behaved. We stood in the driveway for t...
Knock Knock? in 2020s
WTF just happened? I had a document open and speech-to-text was running in the background, but there was no sound other than the air cleaner in the other room, and it just printed the words “knoc...
Bailey, Bunny & Bombing in 2020s
Miss Bailey now has lower lashes as well as upper ones, and I got the best Bunny shot yet. I was surprised it didn’t run when I went outside because it was so close to the door. It couldn’t have ...
Wall Tile Mishap in 2020s
Ugh, I’m so frustrated! You’d think sticking 12”x12” sticky tiles to a wall wouldn’t be so difficult, but it is. Because they’re so sticky, it was hard to align them properly. Also, they’re thin,...
Disturbing Video in 2020s
I considered going with Tom to his appointment later today, just to get out of the house, but I can still sit in the back and soak up some sunlight. It’s nice to have the house to myself every no...
