Tag Archive: memory loss

A Missing Month…or More

An explanation is in order.  This blog has been neglected, ignored, maybe even avoided (?), for months now.  For good reasons, mind you.  (At least I, personally, think the reasons are valid) The… Continue reading

Safety Pins Are Not Safe

Bloody scary sores. Bloody wounds everywhere. Gaping holes in our flesh. Torn skin, ripped skin, ravaged flesh.  And a safety pin.  A fucking safety pin on the bathroom counter.  This was yesterday’s afternoon/evening. … Continue reading

Playing Nancy Drew

Yesterday is gone from our memory, but it leaves behind a number of visible clues which tell the story of our day and evening.  Most noticeably the bright orange hair which we now… Continue reading

Much Ado About Something

…and then I suddenly came to and found myself in the parking lot at a Mexican restaurant.  Thankfully, K was in the passenger seat of the car. If she’d been driving we would’ve… Continue reading

A Friend Forgotten

Last night we got a surprise visit from a friend we’d not seen in over a year.  It was totally unexpected and we were simultaneously happy and shocked…and confused.  When he called and… Continue reading

The K’s Get A Voice

So… It seems that The K’s have been busy this week. (To be honest I can’t tell if it’s been days or months)  Actually, we can’t remember when this all started, or whose… Continue reading

Scribbled in a Notebook

(Found this. Don’t know which K wrote it or when exactly, but it was sometime in the past week) DEATH. Obsessing about death & dying… And switching too. Last night’s a mystery. Can’t… Continue reading

Reminiscing

Earlier this week, Husband had to snap us out of a long, rambling speech about our ex-boyfriends and fiancees.  God Kellie is a rude bitch sometimes.  We’ve been reminiscing.  A lot.  And missing… Continue reading

What Friends?

I can’t breathe. This paranoia is suffocating me. Smothering me. And it’s all because of something that may not even be a big deal; I’m a terrible judge of such matters. See, I… Continue reading

Nice, Not Nice: A Tale of Paranoia

“You’re too nice. People take advantage of you,” is what I’ve heard from my family and friends for as long as I can remember, and even though there is (at least one) someone… Continue reading