Cannonball
Planetoid
- Joined
- May 3, 2015
Ye know. When I was young I had to deal with Social Services alot. I was something of a poster child for the 'do NOT grow up like him' squad. Forgot how much fun they are to deal with. Needed to get a new insurance card from those bright bulbs.. Told me I needed to call Social Services and get my address updated. Come to find out the twenty other times I called them they forgot to put it in the computer systems, in turn DSS couldn't get my card sent to my actual current address.
So I talk to Social security. Should be simple enough right? Nope. Seems that my sweet little Blonde godzilla spoke recently with them and said SURE he is living with me... Now I did say I missed her to be sure. But to lie to them so she could keep tabs on me? Pfft! Untrusting lil wench didn't want me in her life. Fine and dandy, but don't go screwing with a half Virgo's money! Makes the Leo half want to go out there and dour a bit of Draino down her gullet and clear out the stupidity that dwells within!
Other than that todays been peachy. Got a phone conference set up with SS later this week to straighten things out, did some glass blowing for a lass and she paid me for it, roomie is very docile for the most part without his drugs. All in all I don't mind the majority that has happened this week. A few flaky attempts at requests on this site. Wonder if I dealt with them under my older name.. Would they be so silly? Probally. The lasses these days are not quite like the older ones. Maturity levels are quite different when wanting a story to be told. Back then it was me that carried the plots and stories, now they want to dictate just what and how something is said. Pfft on that..lol
Other site is back up and running. Most are so happy since they couldn't log on for a few days. So long as I can play my games on it and chat a bit with the few friends I have then I am a happy camper. Face book has decent enough games to tinker with, but the mind set and mental capabilities of those I play with do not challenge me in the slightest. Twould help if my memory was a bit foggier, but even on this medication I still feel like I am dealing with chaps and half wits. Even at chess it takes no more than twenty or so moves and then on to the next opponent. Much better to play the single player games. One lass wanted to argue on FB that in a Scrabble game the word Xenobiology was not a word. If not then why did the silly game allow it to be played? Not my fault she played bio and I took it to its limit.
Oh.. And I am asked (told really) that I need to get out a bit more. The few folks about me that know me say I am spending way to much time hiding here in the wee room. Threatening to send me out on a blind date. ROFL! IF they were that dumb then they will get what they deserve. I will act an arse and go back home as quickly as I get to the date! Sides, I do come out. I do the dishes, clean up, do a bit here and there, then I go back and hide. My arm is still smarting as it is. Want to go to the quack and have it looked at but not till I get my new Medicaid card. I can handle the pain though. Figure if I can handle the phantom pains and the constant ache of the stubs, this lil wrist and hand issue is nothing.
Might splurge and get me a bottle of rum though. Kinda miss the stuff though am afraid I will get back into the swing of drinking a fifth a day. This mixed blood inside me tends to want excess in that arena. Plus with Lyrica and the norcos/oxy's? Not a wise thing to get hooked on. Do not want to end up like my aunt who killed herself with too much of the mixed stuff. I have lost so much these past couple of years, and yet I do not want to give up just yet. Legs or no, heart or no, teeth or no.. I am still alive. Got to take what comfort in that which I can find. Will try and write more later. Need to do some room cleaning. I feel sort of boxed in at the moment.
So I talk to Social security. Should be simple enough right? Nope. Seems that my sweet little Blonde godzilla spoke recently with them and said SURE he is living with me... Now I did say I missed her to be sure. But to lie to them so she could keep tabs on me? Pfft! Untrusting lil wench didn't want me in her life. Fine and dandy, but don't go screwing with a half Virgo's money! Makes the Leo half want to go out there and dour a bit of Draino down her gullet and clear out the stupidity that dwells within!
Other than that todays been peachy. Got a phone conference set up with SS later this week to straighten things out, did some glass blowing for a lass and she paid me for it, roomie is very docile for the most part without his drugs. All in all I don't mind the majority that has happened this week. A few flaky attempts at requests on this site. Wonder if I dealt with them under my older name.. Would they be so silly? Probally. The lasses these days are not quite like the older ones. Maturity levels are quite different when wanting a story to be told. Back then it was me that carried the plots and stories, now they want to dictate just what and how something is said. Pfft on that..lol
Other site is back up and running. Most are so happy since they couldn't log on for a few days. So long as I can play my games on it and chat a bit with the few friends I have then I am a happy camper. Face book has decent enough games to tinker with, but the mind set and mental capabilities of those I play with do not challenge me in the slightest. Twould help if my memory was a bit foggier, but even on this medication I still feel like I am dealing with chaps and half wits. Even at chess it takes no more than twenty or so moves and then on to the next opponent. Much better to play the single player games. One lass wanted to argue on FB that in a Scrabble game the word Xenobiology was not a word. If not then why did the silly game allow it to be played? Not my fault she played bio and I took it to its limit.
Oh.. And I am asked (told really) that I need to get out a bit more. The few folks about me that know me say I am spending way to much time hiding here in the wee room. Threatening to send me out on a blind date. ROFL! IF they were that dumb then they will get what they deserve. I will act an arse and go back home as quickly as I get to the date! Sides, I do come out. I do the dishes, clean up, do a bit here and there, then I go back and hide. My arm is still smarting as it is. Want to go to the quack and have it looked at but not till I get my new Medicaid card. I can handle the pain though. Figure if I can handle the phantom pains and the constant ache of the stubs, this lil wrist and hand issue is nothing.
Might splurge and get me a bottle of rum though. Kinda miss the stuff though am afraid I will get back into the swing of drinking a fifth a day. This mixed blood inside me tends to want excess in that arena. Plus with Lyrica and the norcos/oxy's? Not a wise thing to get hooked on. Do not want to end up like my aunt who killed herself with too much of the mixed stuff. I have lost so much these past couple of years, and yet I do not want to give up just yet. Legs or no, heart or no, teeth or no.. I am still alive. Got to take what comfort in that which I can find. Will try and write more later. Need to do some room cleaning. I feel sort of boxed in at the moment.