They're here.
Dec. 11th, 2005 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancidThe holiday blahs. I really hate the holidays in this town, most of the time--usually because by the time they roll around, I'm hurtin' for money, and the rest of the world is wandering around buying useless gifts for even more useless stiffs. Now--it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the situations that I tend to find myself in.
I'm praying that the word from my PO is a good one. I've also been handed some more lovely drama care of the DCF--if you're new here, or just plain damn forgetful--don't bother asking what the Dept of Children and Families stands for, as, to my knowledge, they simply stand for snatching children from people, whether for good or ill, and often based solely on the word of people whose words usually aren't worth the air they vibrate through. Maybe not so much in other people's situations, but definitely in mine.
So they are saying now that they'll think about letting the twins go home to their mother, if I sign away my right to an appeal (which is currently in progress). I worry that they simply want to slam-dunk the case and strip M's rights afterwards on some shit or other, or maybe just lie to me outright and then have everything their way. I also worry that if I did sign the right away, that this would somehow negatively affect my chances of trying to get the fuck out of Florida before my probation gets lifted or transferred (said chances being slim as fuck already). There is no question in my mind that the twins are better off with their mother--she's a known quantity, and I know that she'd take care of them. Maybe not to perfection, but by God they'd be clear of the system.
One out of two children in the Florida system gets sexually molested.
I have two children in the system.
They need to get out before it's too late.
I hope their grandmother and the ratfuck shitmouthed pustule-sucking rotten cockfaced whoreson that she's married to burn in hell. And if they do, I'd give a pretty to watch.
Anyway--let's not feed the bad mood, eh? Basically, thinking about the girls has got me to hurtin' and hatin', and I was already in a bad fucking mood to begin with because I miss my darlin'.
I'm going to try and post something cute and catchy later, but for now all Santa's bag has is Captain Trips.
I'm praying that the word from my PO is a good one. I've also been handed some more lovely drama care of the DCF--if you're new here, or just plain damn forgetful--don't bother asking what the Dept of Children and Families stands for, as, to my knowledge, they simply stand for snatching children from people, whether for good or ill, and often based solely on the word of people whose words usually aren't worth the air they vibrate through. Maybe not so much in other people's situations, but definitely in mine.
So they are saying now that they'll think about letting the twins go home to their mother, if I sign away my right to an appeal (which is currently in progress). I worry that they simply want to slam-dunk the case and strip M's rights afterwards on some shit or other, or maybe just lie to me outright and then have everything their way. I also worry that if I did sign the right away, that this would somehow negatively affect my chances of trying to get the fuck out of Florida before my probation gets lifted or transferred (said chances being slim as fuck already). There is no question in my mind that the twins are better off with their mother--she's a known quantity, and I know that she'd take care of them. Maybe not to perfection, but by God they'd be clear of the system.
One out of two children in the Florida system gets sexually molested.
I have two children in the system.
They need to get out before it's too late.
I hope their grandmother and the ratfuck shitmouthed pustule-sucking rotten cockfaced whoreson that she's married to burn in hell. And if they do, I'd give a pretty to watch.
Anyway--let's not feed the bad mood, eh? Basically, thinking about the girls has got me to hurtin' and hatin', and I was already in a bad fucking mood to begin with because I miss my darlin'.
I'm going to try and post something cute and catchy later, but for now all Santa's bag has is Captain Trips.
