Marika Malaea

faithful marauder + fake royal

I’ve Lost My Marbles

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No one tells you that you’re going to get old. I mean, they don’t sit you down and map out the realities of what will happen if you live past age 30; if they had, I would have opted out around age 24, when my boobs started heading South for the winter. I could also live without the gray hair and my ability to gain weight even when I’m not eating–which would be when, exactly?

Christ, I am in such a bad mood this week; the Esq can attest to my extreme bitchiness and epic crying jags and trying to burn down the house and ruin his entire life. He’s like a semi-willing hostage, saying and doing the right things while wishing he were somewhere else; I wish he were somewhere else, too, because he’s not a very good punching bag. I wistfully thought about my ex-husband yesterday, actually–when I’d scream PUT UP YOUR DUKES BITCH, he totally would. That’s what I’ve been craving for the last week or so: a really good fight. Stupid Esq being all “mature” and above that kind of behavior.

In the midst of mental, physical, spiritual, emotional, and economic failures (I am failing with excellence on all five fronts), this is what I do: eat, avoid, whine, cry, push buttons, and listen to Britney Spears–in an effort to feel better about my life–except now she’s doing good, damn her and her Zoloft and her 800 million dollars. I’m actually *feeling* okay–historically, this is the start of a 2-4 month depressive state for me–and so yay, I’m not depressed or suicidal or completely insane (the last two years have been really good), but I’m also not doing great. I feel like sitting out for the holidays, and normally I’m very into decorating and baking and doing a tree and *one* eggnog latte–one every year!–but this year I’m not feeling it. I would rather light matches and throw them into a garbage can, or see how far a needle will go into my index finger. I just don’t have the money or energy for Christmas right now; hopefully I’ll get into the ‘spirit’ of economic retail crisis like everybody else, but I doubt it.

I basically live on Craig’s List and now, getting rejected every day–meaning I live in my kitchen, on my computer, NOT getting jobs; in between that I’m blogging on three major sites if I have time, researching, corresponding, Tweeting, cleaning and organizing our trash pit of an apartment, trying to figure out our stupid laundry situation (our laundry room seriously sucks, and is always in use), remembering to get outside, making lunches for the Esq, and on and on… I have a hard time remembering all the stuff I have to do. I mean, yesterday I forgot to eat. Do you know how much I love food? And yet I totally blanked. Thankfully, I had met up with my friend Michelle for a croissant in the morning, but after that it was about 8pm before I remembered to eat again; I was like, why am I dizzy? Answer: because I’m a hungry, hungry hippo. I’m just a wandering, scatterbrained weirdo around here.

I’m glad it’s nice out; I see the sun peeking through my little window. I need to go outside and have an attitude adjustment, but it’s too cold out and life is hard and whisky shots are free. I guess I’ll go anyways. Watch out, nature, here I come! Hopefully my mood will improve before my next post; if not, you’re in for one desperately emo adventure.


Written by sn0tteh

December 5, 2008 at 6:18 PM

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  1. Now wait a minute! Britney Spears is doing better, but I wouldn’t say “good.” She may be back to work but she is still being medicated and manipulated by those around her.

    Maybe for Xmas I’ll get you a pink wig? Then you can blow up in STYLE!


    December 5, 2008 at 6:03 PM

  2. Are you sad cause it’s arts and crafts week at panty camp?


    December 5, 2008 at 6:10 PM

  3. She is TOO doing good. Better than ME. *sobs, screams, sobs*

    1. She has an endless amount of cash.

    2. She’s medicated. I am not.

    3. At least people care enough to manipulate her.

    4. She doesn’t say stuff like #3 in public.

    *sobs, sobs, sobs*

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 5, 2008 at 7:51 PM

  4. I hope you feel better, Marika. Maybe you need one of these for xmas… I'm sure as hell getting one!

    Raevn's Ravings

    December 5, 2008 at 7:56 PM

  5. I can usually help out with the medication. But all i have left are vicodin and flexeral.


    December 5, 2008 at 8:02 PM

  6. Raevn…I like the way you think. That's actually a good idea; I think my dad has Teh Sadness (seasonal), too–I'll look into it. ❤

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 5, 2008 at 8:07 PM

  7. Wen, Flex drugs knock me out so fast, it’s pretty funny–the Esq gave me 1/4 of a small pill, and I was like I’M NO SISSY, I CAN HANDLE A WHOLE FUCKING PILL THANK YOU VERY *Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*. It was fast-acting, to say the least.

    Word to your Vic’s, though–you get those in Canada? 🙂

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 5, 2008 at 8:10 PM

  8. Uh. YES!


    December 5, 2008 at 10:06 PM

  9. Canadia and their Vicodin. It’s a match made in Heaven.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 5, 2008 at 11:04 PM

  10. random yelper here

    i consider it supernormal to lose marbles during the seattle winter. cliche though it is, i experience it annually with such regularity that i can’t chalk it up to coincidence.

    have you considered cappy’s boxing gym? never been myself, but my friends love it. it’s awesome if you feel like punching something and you actually CAN and it’s cool.

    (to be fair, my blog is


    December 10, 2008 at 1:05 AM

  11. Oooh, punchy! I like punching. *beam*

    Thanks for randomly finding me! I shall check out your site tonight. And thanks for the boxing ref.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    December 10, 2008 at 2:28 AM

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