if you read this, i bet you're wondering what happened to me. well, a few things. i moved into a new place (still in logan square) with a new roommate. i met a bunch of new people. i made friends with some of them. i developed a pleasantly regular relationship with a purveyor of things green. i danced and drank and smoked and smoked and dropped and blew and danced. i became a ping-pong groupie. i acquired a new team of mental health professionals at my service; one great, one tolerable. i embarked on a journey of pharmaceutical exploration with said professionals. i ended my greengrocer patronage at the behest of said professionals. i reluctantly reopened lines of communication with my father. i dropped hundreds of pills. i began documenting my experiences in any ways i could think of: photos, journaling, painting, collecting things (like cigarette butts and empty pill bottles). i got an impulsive tattoo. i had a Thing with a Person for a while. i read a bunch of books and then stopped reading. i disappeared for weeks at a time into pharmaceutical hazes. i lost my capacity for interest. i worked on getting it back. i found few things i looked for. i gained weight, i think. i adopted a cat. i helped two close friends move out of the country.
i am of the opinion that the use of blogs as personal diary type things is more or less over--people more often keep each other updated on their doings via myspace and facebook. i am not abandoning this lj, just offering a rationale behind my torpitude.
also i have no idea if anyone looks at this anymore. we don't have to take roll call, i'm just sayin.
BUT: if you are reading this dw, you owe me like eight thousand coffees. lest someone accuse you of "cutting and running"
i already find this offensive, but if you don't, can you imagine how offensive a female version would be? like if they had the women work at a daycare center or something like that as an initiation to womanhood?
As some of you may know, my father is a colossal asshole. There are myriad reasons--abusive, passive-aggressive, delusional, racist, gun stockpiler, etc--that I am going to assume are given. If you really want to know details, email me I guess.
Anyway, one of his favorite acts of assholery is virulent political emails. He sends these to everyone he knows. They are paranoid, extremist, improperly punctuated fascist screeds. They can be really upsetting. For this reason, almost two years ago I asked him directly not to send me any more politically-themed emails. This pissed him off. He has since flagrantly ignored my request. I have been trying to find a solution since then. I think I have it now.
The plan: the next time my father sends me a politically-themed email, I will respond by reminding him that I asked him not to do so. I will then inform him that, from that point forward, every political email he sends will result in a donation to one of the following organizations: Barack Obama's presidential campaign, Freedom to Marry (working towards legalization of gay marriage), or The Sierra Club.
Here's where you come in. I would love it if some of you would support me in this with a pledge of, say, 50 cents or a dollar for each email he sends. I know none of us has much money, but if we get a few people in on this, it might be something cool. Even if you aren't sure about the whole My Dad thing, just think of it as donating a little money to a cause. Like you're sponsoring me in some walk-a-rama-thon. Be assured that, unless he steps up the emails in sheer rage (in which case we will re-assess our pledges), this will only amount to maybe 2 or 3 emails per month. Ideally, he will stop altogether.
So if any of you kids are up for it, email me or leave a comment here or something. ALSO: I am aware that not everyone will feel comfortable supporting every organization above. Feel free to specify if that is the case, and I will make sure your change goes towards something you can support wholeheartedly.
Let other people know about this if you feel so inclined. Also go ahead and ask any questions you might have.