Day 2025

Happy New Year!

Finally NOT doing the NY Eve run. Why spend that much when I'm not pulling in that much, also, the collateral expenses: room @ the Y + LIRR cost=comes close to $300. Rather TRY to sleep, note: TRY.

Last night, again, little sleep. If I hum, Stoney asks me to quiet down, last night (this am actually), he's up all night. Smoking and watching tv=sonic sounds from his room. Remember: if I hum I'm supposed to quiet down (I'm only the homeowner/parent/father), but he can be up all night with no regard to noise. His answer: the speakers are broken. Guess the speaker to the lower right of the computer screen indicating volume control is also broken. And Bitch's answer: "stop complaining (I complain? To do so I'd havta speak to them, a pointless endeavor I never undertake.,) I told you to get earplugs." Let THAT sink in, earplugs.....in my own home.....Makes you wonder who's smokin' in that shithole. Told you, Bitch IS useless. He's up all night smokin' and watching flix, Bitch enables. Good AA member isn't It? Got Alanon?

So, as for 2014, goodbye and fuck you. Shit year, but, I'm alive and healthy, and finished The Big One. Nothing else matters.

Happy New Year!

Day 2024

Brrr!

'Tis the season-to crosstrain. Got a brief run in yesterday, it was around 40 degs when I hit the asphalt. Looks like that's be the last for a spell. This am, sub 30. FUCK! Not to worry, crosstraining. Between the 2 gyms, I'm covered whenever I need to.

Day 2023

Pure, total Bitch.

Lets do the math:

-accuses me of leaving the gate I never use open.
-dog not seen for 2 days.
-my stuff is AGAIN moved.

Think this Bitch needs meds?

This am, 38 degs, BEAUTIFUL am for a run, felt good. Spin yesterday, GREAT start to a day. Good part of living with a sick Mental case: motivation to stay healthy.

Day 2022

Fucking Mental Case

Came in last night, mental case BLASTING music (this was 12 am), decorating...the day after the day after Christmas. PISSED @ me. Why? This time I allegedly left the gate open. The gate It uses to access the driveway to disrupt my den. The gate I never use, but hadda pay close to $2,000 to have repaired because the sick Bitch canNOT close it properly. But I allegedly left it open. THEN threatening to throw my belongings.......

go teach religion, Jesus needs you.

ho ho

Day 2021

THAT didn't last

Had ONE good day, then...

Bitch HADDA go off, again! THIS timer, my allegedly eating something from the fridge. Due to this latest allegation, I'm once again reminded of the extent of my alleged mental illness and likewise, need for therapy. Amazing. It accused me of (OMG) eating some veggies. THAT turned into my need for therapy, my abusive nature...you get the picture. All over...veggies (how important is it? Must'a been some million dollar veggies!).

...but I need counseling....

sick bitch

Day 2020

THAT didn't suck!

Got to Pedrito's early, in the highly unlikely event that they might wanna discuss the year. Nope. We're guys. We deal with the here and now. Bitch made it sound as if we hadda talk for hours, "you haven't seen each other since last Christmas....." Turns out we picked up exactly where we left off. No muss, no fuss.

The day went very well, not a cross word, no dysfunction. Bitch behaved. Nice. Highly unusuasl, but nice.

ho ho

thank GOD it's over.

Day 2019

Don't havta shovel rain

WAS hoping to get a Christmas run in, but alas, rain.....oh well. Don't havta shovel rain.

Went to a meeting last night, 5 of us. It was actually nice.

I miss my mother, she made the days what they were. an uptight woman who never relaxed, but brought the family together. something my brothers will never admit. But at least I got my brothers.

Bitch always asking if I called Pedrito, my eventual response, "this is obviously YOUR need (my calling him)." It has zero control over Itself (see: Its debts, spending, daily habits, no verbal filter, no parenting whatsoever, no wifely functions, useless homesmaker), but insists on giving me the third degree on everything.

ho ho ho

Day 2018

NOW I'm vehicularly challenged 'til Friday. FUCK!

1)Call Saturday, arrange a Monday app't, ask for and am promised a loaner.

2)Call Monday am, asking re: the loaner, prior to returning my rental, again, told it's no prob. Have vehicle towed.

3)Wait from 10:30-11:15. No one checks me in, no word, nothing. After 45 mins, ask wtf? THEN, I'm serviced.
4)@ that point, told there are no loaners, their rental company is out as well. @ that point I register my displeasure, ask to speak with a manager.

5)15 minutes later, I'm still sitting there. I ask who the manager is, he'd been in his office as I waited.

6)Monday pm, I get a call, saying 'we need to order parts.......they'll call Tues re: when to get my vehicle."

7)Tues, 2pm: "We need to order.......tomorrow we're closed....... Your vehicle will be ready Friday."

A WEEK FOR A BRAKE JOB?????????

LOANER???????????????????????????????

Oh wait, it gets better!

Bitch makes a big deal about buying a tree. WOW! You actually did something for the house. Finally. After spending $140 @ Big Lots on CRAP. THAT $$$ could'a been put toward, oh jeez, I dunno...OIL????? But no, bitch bitch bitch.

Ho motherfuckin' ho!

Day 2017

Amazing

Had the Jeep towed. Truck driver, in the program.

Get to the dealer, sitting for 45 minutes, nothing, as if no one noticed.

I get pissed, ask for the manager, told they'll let me know when he's in.

15 minutes later, I ask for him after, again being ignored.

The loaner car I asked for Saturday and confirmed minutes before returning my rental? They were all out.

Was this a clusterfuck or what?

So, rented another, at half the cost (and who's working @ the location? A peep fropm LGA). The dealer will reimburse through matching the cost of the daily rentals with free oil changes. The manager agreed, they fucked up. He stated-at the time-that since my vehicle was barely 3 months old, the repair would be at no cost.

We'll see.

Bitch? Again, moved my stuff. Fucking useless mental Bitch.

ho ho ho

Day 2016

Seamless

Yesterday was a challenge. On a Sunday, arrange a rental, make an app for repairs, get to work....all with no help.

Did it! Seamlessly!!! Damn I'm good!!!

Day 2015

Yin/Yang: Jeep was being weird, grinding noises, trouble reverse, etc.....typical used car crap. Lo and behold, brakes failed! fortunately, right in front of Toxichouse! NOT on the parkway, NOT in bumper to bumper traffic, did ok, thanks God!!!!!!! Made it to yesterday's race, no limping, thank you AGAIN God!

This DOES mean cutting into the bottom line, this won't be cheap, but, short term loss for long term gain. Hey, shit happens.

ho ho ho

Day 2014

Victory!!!!!

First run since ankle sprain. Local 5k. Didn't havta walk!!!!!!! NICE! Treated myself to a post race cupcake.

Last night, came in, Bitch wrapping presents (MIGHT wanna pay down your debts???). Makes a point to follow me upstairs to get PISSED that I (GASP) actually moved my guitar back to where it had been. Remember, It had moved my stuff juuuuust enough to make a point-the excuse? It needed to acces Its closet...the closet with PILES of CRAP blocking it. But It must move my guitar to........fucking mental patient.

Fuck 'em all, I ran. RAN!!!!!!! Feeling whole again!

ho ho ho

Day 2013

Fucking moron

Shit everywhere, now my shit in the bedroom moved as well. It's like a fucking plague. Best of all: it's ALL shit! This is a very sick person. Did I text It, raging that my things were moved? It isn't worth it, useless Bitch. Spend hours rearranging crap. THIS is Advent.

THEN, attempting to be human, asks how the Christmas party was. It's TODAY!!!!!

Day 2012

Ch ch ch ch changes!

Hours changed on a daily basis @ the newest gig. Good. Keeps me flexible. Nice to not have debts nor the pressure that comes with them. Credit cards paid off, no bill collectors calling. Mortgage must be paid, monthly bills keep coming. But I'm ok.

Two more days of Spin, then Saturday's 5k. We'll see.

Went into the den, stuff on my desk moved around. Fucking children.

Side door? Totally blocked. Bitch had bags if crap everywhere. God forbid you take 4 extra steps to the basement, or take Stoney away from his weed for 5 seconds. No, better to take the time to barge into the bedroom to make a point of disrupting my rest. Sick bitch.

but I need counseling

ho ho ho

Day 2011

Ho ho wtf???

Of course it's Christmas season, so of course Toxichouse is a fucking pigsty! Shit everywhere! The side door? Can't even THINK of accessing it-bags of Its shit blocking it (but I need counseling. When it's mere steps from driveway to the front door, you MUST detour through the den? but I need counseling. Blame not being able to use a tv for not putting order to a pile of crap in the bedroom. but I need counseling. Can't pay your debts, yet continue shopping for garbage you don't need. but I need counseling.....)

Fuck it, 50 degs, beautiful day. No rain. Hitting the gym.

ho ho

This just in

Things just ain't been the same

Bumped into a former work peep. Shit been hittin' the fan over there. Director STILL hasn't started, a.d. out on maternity leave, my a.d. was supposed to have moved to the Long Island location-but THAT'S on hold due to THEIR Director getting fired for hitting a patient.

Good, fuck 'em.

ho ho ho

When I was there, shit ran smoothly.

Day 2010

So much for THAT idea

Geico was supposed to send a check for the balance of the claim (that was Christmas shopping money). They called 3x claiming it was sent, unfortunately, to Toxichouse. In 9 months when It cleans out Its car I'll probably get it, maybe. Amazing isn't it. Can't even get fucking mail.

ho ho ho.

fyi: remember the bullshit about the upstairs tv? How It claimed since It couldn't watch tv, It couldn't clean The Pile? The tv functions. Pile STILL there. Hmmmmmm. Next excuse?

ho ho ho.

Christmas party this afternoon. Be fun to play guitar again!

While I'm On The Subject

Of course, Sybil has crap everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE!!! So, in the midst of all this, It Who has No Family has to tell me how to deal with mine, i.e. "have you spoken to your brother..." Now, think. If It was REALLY interested in facilitating familial harmony, wouldn't It have given him my number? You know, the same number It uses to send Vitriolic texts when It needs Its meds adjusted? Give that a while to sink in.

There It was, hanging with my brother @ Thanksgiving. Did It dial me up and pass him the phone?

Day 2009

Wow

Just checked my cable bill. Added $5 for "sports programming???"

Spin + weights, yesterday and today. Feeling good, ankle still sore. This still sucks. Permanent injury sucks worse.

Day 2008

Been a week, the ankle is sore. Def a sprain. Doc told me to stay off it. Right. Tough to live life that way, especially @ Toxichouse. Sybil putting bags o' shit in the way everywhere (ever hear of a fire hazard???).....try walking over THAT. Again, waitiong for A & E to film a hoarders episode.

Spin + weights this am. 5k nerxt week, that'll be my first run in 2 weeks. This sucks. ho ho ho.

Day 2007

Been a while, QUITE a while

Wonder where our Christmas tree is? EXACTLY where my birthday gift is.

It's been over 2 months. In the birthday card was promised a gift............STILL waiting. So, in view of the kindness and respect with which I am regarded, the tree is in the same location.

Fucking useless assholes.

This am, Spin + weights. Feeling REALLY good!

Ho ho ho

Day 2006

Ankle feeling better. Only a few days of nonrunning-Spin saving me, but able to walk sore-rather than pain free.

I hate this, but, it is what it is.

Day 2005

GRRRRR!

Amputation would be an option if.......

Fucking ankle kept me up most of the night. IF I was smart, I'd stay off it totally, but, if I can't run I Spin. Rather be crippled than fat.

Last evening Bitch was actually human. It was nice to actually converse with a person rather than a case. Stoney was wherever. Really miss having a son.

Day 2004

The List:

(what my son told me I'm not allowed to touch/use)

1)Anything in the fridge
2)Anything he arbitrarily decides I shouldn't
3)(refer to #2) toenail clippers

???

Last night I'm in the bathroom trimming my mustache. Seconds later he rushes in to see what I was doing, tells me he uses those scissors to trim his nose hair, and my use of it to trim my 'stache is "gross." My reply: "you use it for your nose, yet a mustache is gross???" Bitch's response: turns up the tv to ear shattering volume, rages about something It alleges I'd done years ago. Goooooood parenting. Got smoke?

A son telling a parent what they're allowed to do. Hmmmmm.

When he overtloads the breaker (PS4 in the bedroom + X Box. Smart), It asks him to go reset it, hios answer when It asks if he heard It "fuck off."

Nice.

Wanna spend a few days @ Toxichouse??????? Joni the madness! See what YOU'RE told you can't touch? See how long it takes for YOUR son to IMMEDIATELY follow you into the bathroom to monitor YOUR activities? (No, Virginia, @ my house you have ZERO? privacy).

Day 2003

OUCH!

Fucking ankle is killing me! Can't run, did a Spin class, then last night the hammer fell-couldn't walk without pain. FUCK! Fortunately, there's always cross-training!

This am, pouring rain, predicted to last (off n' on) through Thursday. Good. Make fixing myself up easier.

Day 2002

And awaaaaaay we go!

It has to let the dog out (we don't walk him. Why? We have a backyard to cover in dogshit! And now that I don't pick it up, can't WAIT 'til winter is over), MUST bust the bedroom door open to rage about not washing the dishes in the sink (???!!!). Sick Bitch. .......but I need counseling...............I feel a need to wake up they that sleep to show my anger....but I need counseling.........What WOULD JEEEEEEZUS do?

Something;s def wrong with the ankle. Did the 5k yesterday. That was the good news. Bad news: ran one mile, hobbled 2. Ouch. Fortunately, it was a community race, with a ton of walkers. Bottom line: I preregged, I did what I set out to do.

Unfortunately, limping sucks.

Day 2001

Just when you thought it was safe....

Came in last night, turned down the electric heater. 9:41, Sybil THROWS open the bedroom door. SCREAMING that I must do something everyday to make It crazy(er). ????? God forbid I touch anything @ the address where I pay the mortgage. So, It RAGES, on a tear about my "sex addiction,"
how my laptop @ the old gig was taken because of that (????? Sick Bitch. Sick DELUSIONAL Bitch), told It I offered to call my boss and have It verify what transpired. Never let truth interfere with psychosis eh religion teacher? (79 hits to date on Youtube, and not one can believe they woke me up for that horseshit!).

So, from the same people whose son is allowed to call his father a faggot and pussy, last night add "bitch." Better, his mother repeates the phrase! GREAT parenting religion teacher!!!!! Wonder if Its friends know the son is allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants re: verbal abuse/complete lack of respect.

Re: Sex Addiction. God FORBID I look @ online porn. Yes, Virginia,  I masturbate. OH MY GOD!!! Speed dial a therapist!!! (Maybe, juuuuuuust maybe if Wife did Its Wifely duties I wouldn't havta jerkoff ???????? No, point to a sex addiction? This from a person whose idea of sex was to lie there soundlessly with minimal movement). All this in full view of our son-never heard of private conversations? Of course not, when you weren't properly parented how can you pass on what you never were exposed to?

Re: further allegations. It claims I should...... GOD FORBID, after 24 years of enabling the underserved to access treatment, I enjoy the fruits of 24 years of hard work? God forbid you acknowledge that.

Did It EVER point to that successful career? No. Instead, verbalize delusions re: what actually resulted in my retirement. Psycho.

As I receive e mails from my former students, does It ever point to THAT? No, of course not. Lives I've touched who, decades later, insist on showing their gratitude. Over years of teaching, children, now adults, who left imprints on my heart.

...but I need counseling.....

Day 2000

(been a long time hasn't it?)

Rain off and on, fortunately, for the race this am the rain held up. THAT was the good news. Bad news: rolled my ankle. Hadda walk the last mile. FUCK! BUT, I finished!!!!! This, sort of, fit the plan. I preregged so I'd havta do these races.

Tomorrow, dunno. supposed to do the second of a bookend of races (today was Hot Chocolate, manana Pancake 5k). Might have to walk it. Anything's better than Toxichouse.

Day 1999

No, you CAN'T make this shit up (so, check the Youtube site for the audio!).

Last night, Stoney playing video games, cool. NOT cool was his refusal to exercise basic decency-I asked him to turn down the volume. This was met with "I can't," followed by-among other things "I'll kill you." Good thing I recorded this as well as his other threats. When you check the Youtube site, check the timestamp: 1:17am!!!!! Yes, we don't sleep @ Toxichouse!

Add this to Sybil. IT was BLASTING music @ the same time!

Wonder if It's "friends" know of THIS level of dysfunction? (...but I need counseling, the guy who was attempting to sleep after 1 am).

What was Its reaction to this? SCREAMING that It told me to get ear plugs. Really. Like I said, check the audio. Don't address the problem (basic human decency? Keeping regular hours???). In fact, Its further response was to turn UP the volume on the music.

Day 1998

I've got to admit.....

It's getting BETTER!

Temps upper 30's today, delicious running weather. Good thing-manana into Saturday: rain. No worries, couple'a 5k's for the weekend (preregged=MUST run). Also, this weekend is the frick n' frack weekend: Hot Chocolate 5k Sat, then Pancake 5k Sun. Remember when Stoney was human, brought him to the pancake run, looked @ his plate, thought he ate sausages. Turned out he hid 'em in his napkin. Cute bastard. I miss him.

Waiting for Spin in a few minutes.

Day 1997

2 fer!

Got Stoney AND Sybil up on Youtube! He bursts in (sensing a pattern here?) after work, asking if I'd given Sybil $10 for the pies I ate (#1, like I ate a pie? Had forkfulls, but a PIE??? #2, what is he, her broker?). THEN, Sybil trips as circuit breaker, goes into the basement to reset, comes up RAGING! As in: blood vessels in Its neck popping! I had the GALL to "clear the table" in the basement. Translation: It had shit all over the basement, including the workbench. I cleared Its shit from my workbench. So, as of now, 127 hits on the Youtube page, most asking if the two of them share meds.

Still riffing on Joe Walsh, WOW!!!!!!!

Prepping for the Christmas party, yay!!!!!

p.s. I can pay for the food I sampled from the fridge (inappropriateness aside) but you'll still be out of line.

Live laugh love!!!!!

Day 1996

:)

Joe Walsh @ The Paramount IS the cure for what ails you! Amazing concert. Referenced his attending Flushing H.S., started on time, got home @ a decent hour. Unfortunately, home is where fun goes to die. Sybil raging, as usual. Tells me-after telling me it was ok to eat a piece of whatever in the fridge, that I was lucky she approved it. (???? GOT Psycho?). THEN, tells me to buy my own milk and label it in the fridge. Let THAT sink in. Real family environment ain't it? Should Bitch ask before using my electricity? Fucking nut job.

Bruce was amazing, seeing him in Times Square was a treat!

Day 1995

:)

Broke 10 minutes in a XC 5k, nice! Especially when you're running single file for a lot of it-with chatters in front of you.

Over 1,000 hits on the Youtube page. Not one comment can believe Stoney isn't out of his mind. He's a wonderful human, just has zero boundaries. Not unlike his mother.

Chill today, fun this evening!!!!!