Beans Above the Frank

Where is my mind?

I am a talented but mentally unstable thirty-six year old living with my parents. I was recently fired from Walmart for failing to show up several days in a row. I spend my time watching forensic-style TV shows, doing obsessive compulsive things, making jewelry and eating ice cream sandwiches. Believe it or not, less than a year ago, I was a homeowner and full-time employee with a decent job. Then I went crazy.


Ask me anything  

Giving up, sort of

Well, here it is: My condo will go into foreclosure. I am 36 years old living with my parents (and we ALL know how I feel about that). Thank God I’m not a virgin (not by a loooong shot, lol). Jiggy seems to like it here, so I’m trying to follow her vibe. The plus side? I will be able to take my time truly finding a job that I love and I will be able to slam the phone down on Lori whenever the mood strikes me. I can make the Lori situation very uncomfortable from here, which I have every intention of doing.
Once I shed my car payment (May - Yuck), I should truly be able to sustain myself happily with a part time job until I figure out what I want to do when “I grow Up,” which may be never. Plus living here really forces all my issues with Lori front and center. That bitch is at the root of 99.9% of my depression and anxiety. I think I will sloooowly be able to help my folks understand what a manipulative nasty carbuncle she really is.

I have to take a Xanax when ever I mention the skantard’s name.