Jodi (she/her) ⋅ 59 ⋅
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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Six months after moving into my own place on Locust Street, one of the owners informed me about a fourth-floor apartment available around the corner of the building that faced Woodside Terrace. ...
Suffocated in 2024
I’m not sure what happened earlier. All I know is that I woke up to pee after 6 hours of sleep and then got back into bed. I lay there for a while and eventually dozed off. Not long after that, ...
A couple of months after I got home and was about 19, I got a job at a concession stand in a movie theater at the mall. It was a total bore, and a very difficult job for me because I was never g...
Black or White in 2024
Why are people so extreme? Either they never stop talking, or they don’t say a word to you. We went down to the pool, and there was this one guy who wouldn’t stop talking. The pool was just as c...
When I returned home after graduating from Valleyhead, I wasn’t thrilled to face the double whammy of living with both Mom and Tammy. It was horrible—absolutely miserable. Between the two of the...
Storm & Fatigue in 2024
Surprisingly, we had a big storm yesterday. I was SO damn glad I was awake! I would have been woken up by several loud bangs of thunder and left exhausted. However, I’m pretty damn tired today a...
Saw something weird across the street today. Some woman was taking pictures around the honker’s place—she took pictures on both sides of the house, near the door. Then I saw her pulling weeds up...
Warning! This part is pretty dark and heavy. Read at your own risk! What I hated most about Valleyhead was its overly structured and hectic routine and the fact that you had no space or privacy...
I’m looking forward to trying the AI they’re going to add to Alexa once it’s available. Today, we’re going to remove the ugly black MLV from the exterior wall in the bedroom. Soundproofing is p...
In late August, Dotty, a couple of people from DSS, and I all piled into a van together. Dotty told me we were going to get carpet for my so-called new rooms in the new house we were supposed to...
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 2024
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 2024
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 2024
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 2024
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 2024
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...
