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I swear to god this has been the most FUCKED UP summer ever. I just don't feel safe anywhere anymore.
The list of fucked-up-ness in a random order.
The restaurant I work at is closing, normally not a big deal but this economy SUCKS and I will probably wind up on welfare or something.
The beat down
The emotional abuse
The fact that I am losing my mind
Blah blah blah
I suppose it could be worse, somehow.
Swear to god the next post will be all kittens and happiness.
So I have been a guest on my friend Colleen's radio show a few times now, and I am hooked!!
Its so much fun and a bit of an ego boost. Today she started "Totally Gay Mondays" thereby giving me a reason for being there. It a blast! I got in a few great one liners and am gettting a lot of material and experience for my stand-up. I'm even getting a few emails from people! LOVE IT!
So, anyway, if you have Mondays free give a listen.
Colleen and the Boys
Monday thru Friday from 11am to 1pm
107.1 fm
So, to recap, the only shot I had of getting those fucks that mugged me arrested is gone forever.
So I guess that some of you have read my boyfriend, The Mellin's, latest post so I thought I would confirm it.
Thursday June 5th around 1030pm I was mugged, badly mugged.
I was heading home from work and I, having essentially worked a double, was very tired and was looking forward to getting home, stripping into my undies, watching a little brain-slug with Chris and heading to bed.
As the bus pulled away I quickly realized that I was in a whole heap of trouble.
I have taken the same bus home 1000 times and have never had this kind of trouble before. It is sometimes a little rowdy and loud but rarely scary.
It started with me being asked to give up my shit...
I just don't really know what to say yet. I'm still confused, angry whatever......
Long story short, what those EVIL ghetto fucks gave to me
38 stitches, 26 in my forehead and 12 in the back of my head
scratches and scrapes all over my head and body
two gigantic black eyes
a severely damaged sense of security
several cracked ribs
a bruise on my arm in the shape of a shoe
a shirt and pair of pants SOAKED in blood
days to weeks of lost wages
permanent scaring on my face
the shock and disbelief of realizing that no one will help me (people just drove by as I got beaten)
the terror of having to stare down the barrel of a gun
possible permanent nerve damage on my forehead
the knowledge that my attackers know what I look like
the certainty that I don't remember what two of the three of my attackers look like
a fear that the cops aren't doing a FUCKING thing
a deep and permanent hatred of public transit
guilt over what this going to cost us
the guilt over making my boyfriend cry
The one thing that those EVIL ghetto fucks didn't get is my wallet. They were going to kick my ass no matter what I would have done so FUCK them...
I could go on and on about how I feel and what happened but I can’t right now. I really need to get over this. Anyone know of any victim advocacy or therapy groups?
This event will not define me!
More snow!! Swear to god I feel like going postal on some asses. This has been the longest winter ever.
Do I take her up on it? Maybe....
The day started normally, a usual Sunday. The Mellin and I hung out at home, got xmas mostly put away, talked some shit, took some names, basically an average Sunday afternoon.
The average Sunday evening in the Mellin/Olson house usually winds up with us going out somewhere, usually to Blowtunes at the Beagle followed up by drunk lameness at the 18.5.
This Sunday got off to a cool, albeit unusual start. I got the heads up around threeish that my friend's Erica and Kara (dykes, one hot[inked pixie animae] and one cool[diesel tatoo artist heart-o-gold]) were showing off their brand spankin new baby (FRESH from Guatemala) at Joe's Gay-rage. Those gals have waited FOREVER for their lil girl. If they were straight they could have had a billion babies by now, anyway.
Anyway, whatever with the anyways, their baby was sooooo beautiful. I'm not impressed with children as a concept, but that little honey was just perfect. Plus she was FASCINATED with my beard, gotta love a girl with good taste!
So The Mellin and I had a drink, kissed a few hands, shook a few babies and made our way to BlowTunes at the Beagle.
BlowTunes blew so The Mellin and I went to Camp in St Paul, LOVE IT!
I was a little pickled at this point, in a good way, and The Mellin wanted to sing something so I picked a Beatles song for him to sing. He is chorus trained and I didn't know what to expect but WOW, he blew my socks off!!
The Long and Winding Road is now and forever our song.
I love Love LOVE that guy!
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