Horrorcow Cecily Kellogg / CecilyK / Uppercase Woman - unrepentant terrible human being liked by no one.

[exceptionalgoogle]

Cecily and Charlie claim to have long-term sobriety. However, they are what is known as 'dry drunks': people who stopped working a program of recovery years ago, don't go to meetings, don't do any service to help others, etc. These people often relapse, but more often they just live increasingly isolated, angry lives. Seeing how Cecily has thrown herself into food addiction and compulsive debting to replace the alcohol, it's hilarious to me that she is offering herself on Coach.me as a coach to help people seeking to reduce or stop drinking. Rather than returning the service people did for her when she came to a 12 Step program, by helping others in that program, she's trying to make money off people. Considering their standard of living, it doesn't look like there are many takers. Even people who are falling off a barstool drunk won't look at Cecily and want what she has.

Charlie's morbid, 100% negative blog and social media posts make him out to be one noose away from the grave. He doesn't attend recovery meetings or work a program anymore either. And look at how well he's doing in spite of that! lol

 

[Bugaboo]

Cecily and Charlie claim to have long-term sobriety. However, they are what is known as 'dry drunks': people who stopped working a program of recovery years ago, don't go to meetings, don't do any service to help others, etc. These people often relapse, but more often they just live increasingly isolated, angry lives. Seeing how Cecily has thrown herself into food addiction and compulsive debting to replace the alcohol, it's hilarious to me that she is offering herself on Coach.me as a coach to help people seeking to reduce or stop drinking. Rather than returning the service people did for her when she came to a 12 Step program, by helping others in that program, she's trying to make money off people. Considering their standard of living, it doesn't look like there are many takers. Even people who are falling off a barstool drunk won't look at Cecily and want what she has.

Charlie's morbid, 100% negative blog and social media posts make him out to be one noose away from the grave. He doesn't attend recovery meetings or work a program anymore either. And look at how well he's doing in spite of that! lol

^this about the dry drunks. I know someone who is an ex alcoholic and they never seeked any support beyond just going cold turkey on booze. They have a hair trigger temper and smoke instead. Alcoholism is a disease and you do need support to help control it and lead a normal life

 

[Petronella]

I agree in this case. Gracie is fed, clothed, sheltered (too much) -her problem is she's being raised by border-line mentally challenged people so she is also now delayed. But she is in no way physically neglected, which is all those agencies care about.

Tori, OTOH, has lived without hot water, without a furnace, without a freaking window in the depths of winter, for goodness sake. In a cold climate. She's "free-range" but in reality, her parents are too lazy to take her anywhere, so she wanders a bad neighborhood alone. Yes, her emotional needs have been neglected, which CPS doesn't care about. So have her physical needs, which they do.

People also say she lived in a hoarded home-I didn't see any of those photos but won't doubt it. If so, that's another reason she could have been removed or at least threatened.

Certainly, what I've seen of their house isn't spotless but at least it wouldn't worry CPS. Neither would the school as parents are allowed to have stupid beliefs about education. The sexualization of the child is also amorphous-Tori is not being physically sexually abused and talking about her pansexuality isn't foster home worthy.

But no heat, hot water, windows unfixed, those are things CPS would care about. Probably not enough to remove her, but enough to get them to fix it.

But as noted, it's too late. Tori is ten, she is who she is. It's unlikely she'll blossom under somebody else's tutalage, that's a fantasy. She'd be resentful and angry after being taken away from her parents, and she's spent her life watching her mother have tantrums and be unable to deal with anger so we know what would happen there. It would do no good.

This is what burns me up so bad about Cecily and Charlie. They went through loads of (expensive, unnecessary) infertility treatments just to have a kid who they don't give a fuck about. What's the point?

 

[Ginger Piglet]

This is what burns me up so bad about Cecily and Charlie. They went through loads of (expensive, unnecessary) infertility treatments just to have a kid who they don't give a fuck about. What's the point?

Credibility and asspats. "Oh, it's so hard bringing a child into a world full of structural oppression, I don't know how you do it!"

 

[An Ghost]

Credibility and asspats. "Oh, it's so hard bringing a child into a world full of structural oppression, I don't know how you do it!"

That's probably why she hated the thought of having boys. Another white cis male on the street to terrorize women? No way. Having an oppressed pan sexual fat acceptance daughter is way more special.
'Credibility and asspats' is also probably why she brings up alcohol and drug addiction. She can tout 'I recovered from alcoholism and I can help you too for cash' and claim credibility. This despite probably still using the bottle from time to time. I think the drugs are the opposite though. She probably has never used and never been addicted to anything other than food but if you say 'I recovered' again, boom more credibility and asspats. Or maybe she means addicted to Red Bull or something that wouldn't get any asspats. But I'm sure you can find an exact date when her blogs go from 'alcohol addiction' to tacking on 'alcohol and drug addiction'

 

[multiverse]

they are what is known as 'dry drunks': people who stopped working a program of recovery years ago, don't go to meetings, don't do any service to help others, etc. These people often relapse, but more often they just live increasingly isolated, angry lives

Just FYI - 12 step doesn't work for a fuckton of people. It's very AVAILABLE, but utterly unscientific and totally off base with any known facts about addiction (aka, by the research, it's a symptom and not a disease at all.)

People make it out like you're the worst kind of person if you find 12 step creepy and utterly unhelpful, and only stay sober so you never have to be around those fucks again (hello!). Cecily and Charlie are shit human beings, and not an example to anyone, but not going to meetings or "giving service" isn't really a part of that

/12 step = cult sperg

 

[exceptionalgoogle]

Just FYI - 12 step doesn't work for a fuckton of people. It's very AVAILABLE, but utterly unscientific and totally off base with any known facts about addiction (aka, by the research, it's a symptom and not a disease at all.)

People make it out like you're the worst kind of person if you find 12 step creepy and utterly unhelpful, and only stay sober so you never have to be around those fucks again (hello!). Cecily and Charlie are shit human beings, and not an example to anyone, but not going to meetings or "giving service" isn't really a part of that

/12 step = cult sperg

Spoiler: powerlevel

Not going to get into this debate, but I and literally millions of other people over the past 81 years have had a different, wholly positive experience with 12 Step programs. But 12 Step programs don't claim a monopoly on helping people get and stay sober, just for the record--quite the opposite. Some people within 12 Step programs act that way, but that's because it's not a cult and everyone has the free will to say and believe what they like. But the actual 12 Step literature is very clear that there are many ways to get and stay sober.

The point about Cecily and Charlie was that they say they got sober in 12 Step programs, but when they drifted away their lives went completely haywire in predictable ways: social isolation, withdrawal from responsibility, etc. If they had replaced 12 Step work with some other kind of structure or work that kept them connected to other people and not hiding out in the house with the teevee and sushi delivery, perhaps they would not have descended to yet another rock bottom. But the point is, at rock bottom they are and have lingered there for several years. And dry drunks/addicts don't need to take a single drink or drug to hit that sort of rock bottom. All they have to do is withdraw and avoid responsibility and pretend they know best when they obviously are total dumbasses.

 

[multiverse]

hey got sober in 12 Step programs, but when they drifted away their lives went completely haywire in predictable ways: social isolation, withdrawal from responsibility, etc

They shirked responsibility and were social pariahs before booze and before 12 step, which is why they were like that afterward. Programs and therapy don't fix personality disorders. The two things - Cecily's awfulness and her version of not drinking - have nothing to do with one another.

 

[女鬼]

This is what burns me up so bad about Cecily and Charlie. They went through loads of (expensive, unnecessary) infertility treatments just to have a kid who they don't give a fuck about. What's the point?

They wouldn't the first people to have a kid to use as a status symbol and/or useful accessory.
With Tori, Cecily was able to go from " quirky hip alternative blogger" to "quirky hip alternative mommy blogger" and that means much more e-cred, buttpats and opportunities to beg for donations.

Plus she gets a fun new pet she can project her giant fucking ego on and turn into a mini-me!

 

[exceptionalgoogle]

They shirked responsibility and were social pariahs before booze and before 12 step, which is why they were like that afterward. Programs and therapy don't fix personality disorders. The two things - Cecily's awfulness and her version of not drinking - have nothing to do with one another.

Agreed. She went to multiple psychiatrists and got bipolar diagnoses on several occasions. Cecily claims they know nothing and were just intimidated by her fierceness, intelligence and confidence.

All three of the doctors that have decided I'm bipolar are a) men, b) slightly timid, and c) absolutely intimidated by me. Yes, this is a non-professional assessment on my part, but I know this: people have told me for years that when they first meet me they find me intimidating. I'm a confident, self-assured, smart, educated, and full of self-awareness and self-knowledge. I don't randomly accept another person's assessment of me, particularly a professional, either a medical doctor or a mental health professional.

 

[3edgy5you]

I need to find a cow to follow who will make me laugh, not angry.

 

[Ravenor]

Makes me wonder what Cecily's drug of choice was, then. Meth? Oxy? Booze doesn't surprise me one bit.

It wouldn't shock me if it was Prescription pain medication, she's in the right age range for her to be in the group when that was all the rage, but I wouldn't be shocked if she's playing up smoking a joint every other week for the asspats.

Charlie's morbid, 100% negative blog and social media posts make him out to be one noose away from the grave. He doesn't attend recovery meetings or work a program anymore either. And look at how well he's doing in spite of that! lol

Do you have any idea how accurate this is? Everything he seems to write is maudlin in a rather worrying way.

 

[Dog Prom 3D]

It wouldn't shock me if it was Prescription pain medication, she's in the right age range for her to be in the group when that was all the rage, but I wouldn't be shocked if she's playing up smoking a joint every other week for the asspats.

Do you have any idea how accurate this is? Everything he seems to write is maudlin in a rather worrying way.

Cecily claimed to be drinking steadily when she was a preteen and as a young adult used cocaine steadily for years. She then started snorting heroin, moved to injecting it, and by 1995 was using cocaine and heroin daily. She eventually quit heroin but kept using cocaine until she had a seizure then got clean. Her story reeks of bullshit and changes often but here's one of the versions of her story.

Spoiler: Strangely Cecily somehow managed to dodge the weight-loss effects of long-term heroin and cocaine use.

December 21st, 1995, was pretty much like every day was back then. I woke up, dragged myself out of bed after not much sleep, made myself the absolute minimum of presentable, walked into my backyard and went through the gate to my neighbor's house two doors down to go to work.

My neighbors were a lovely couple named Mary and Mary Jo. They had a dog named freedom and an band called destiny. They owned and operated a balloon store. I sat in the store front selling balloons to folks who came in. I started each day by creating a balloon rainbow that arched between two parking meters in front of the door. Once done, I began to await the day's customers. Not because I liked selling balloons. Because I needed to steal the money to buy drugs.

I was 12 the first time I got drunk. I still remember it vividly. My best friend's mom was having a party and Stephanie and I managed to get a glass on a big glass of wild Turkey. After drinks it, we were giddy and drunk and eager to join in with the grown ups doing a dance on the dining room. I learned to dance the two step with a man beyond old enough to be my father who held me too closely for my age. I didn't care. I felt pretty and smart. I chased that feeling for the next 15 years.

By 13 I was drinking every day. When I moved to Philadelphia at age 18, I started drinking in bars and calling myself a writer, which meant that drinks was not a pastime but a defining characteristic. Among the like minded writers that were my friends.

By the spring of 1995, drugs were becoming commonplace in my group. At first we were sharing cocaine regularly. Not long after that, heroin. We just snorted it at first, but I had access to clean needles. It didn't take long before those two things came together. By the summer of 1995 I was shooting cocaine and heroin every day.

That October, one friend realized just how far down the rabbit hole she had fallen and went to rehab. This inspired me to quit heroin, which I did. Cold Turkey at home.

Side note, if you decide to quit heroin on your own, don't invite your mother to come stay with you while you're doing it because it will take years for her to forgive you for demanding at the end of day two that she drive to south Philly and cop you some copy.

So I switched to cocaine which was so much better, more expensive, far more addicting and demanding. You can imagine on the morning of September 21, 1995, my utter joy when someone bought a huge expensive bouquet of balloons while the bosses were out. I immediately paged my dealer who showed up soon after with the big bag of coke.

At home I could hardly wait to get started. Halfway through the evening the house was cold because we had run out of heating oil. While familiar with this problem, we turned on the oven, put on pots of water to boil and turned on a shower. I was setting up to do the coke. I was shooting up and jerked, and took a huge amount of coke in. I knew it was too much but I did it anyway.

And what happened next I don't remember. My husband told me I fell down and started having a massive seizure. It didn't stop for ten minutes. He called 911, and how I stopped breathing unless someone pushed on my chest; how he paced in front of our house waiting for the ambulance. What I do remember is waking up.

I was flat on my back and half naked because my robe came open and I was circled by my husband, three police officers, my neighbors, and two paramedics. I remember them helping me stand up. I remember them telling me to get into the ambulance. I remember putting on my boots so my feet wouldn't be bare on the December sidewalks.

I was leaving the house wearing a purple satin robe and black cowboy boots. I remember lying in the back of the ambulance watching a Christmas ornament above the rear double doors bounce as we drove to the hospital.

I remember the doctors telling me I overdosed. I remember my husband telling me that our partying days were over. We were going to get help and get sober, and we were going to do it right away.

December 21, 2010 is our 15th sobriety anniversary.

For some reason I always thought Cecily also did ketamine because she got fired from her job at a veterinary office for theft, but maybe she was stealing money to buy other drugs. Like I said, there is no one master narrative of her drug use adventures but I may be misremembering.

Charlie has always been a miserable bastard. He wears this suicidal, world-weariness as a Bukowski costume. He knows he's a loser but he imbues it with this dark artist posture because otherwise he'd have to admit that he's a useless, untalented sack of crap. If he pretends he's Burroughs with a pansexual kid and a wife who just won't stand still long enough for him to shoot an apple off her head and miss, it stings less than admitting he's married to a couchpig, living in filth and has less talent than a community college poseur who just discovered the Beats.

It does rub off on Tori, though. No way it can't affect her. She has no way of knowing her old man is playing a role and by the time she does she will have had her personality shaped.
http://www.blogher.com/liveblog-community-keynote-voices-year

 

[Ravenor]

Cecily claimed to be drinking steadily when she was a preteen and as a young adult used cocaine steadily for years. She then started snorting heroin, moved to injecting it, and by 1995 was using cocaine and heroin daily. She eventually quit heroin but kept using cocaine until she had a seizure then got clean. Her story reeks of bullshit and changes often but here's one of the versions of her story.

Spoiler: Strangely Cecily somehow managed to dodge the weight-loss effects of long-term heroin and cocaine use.

December 21st, 1995, was pretty much like every day was back then. I woke up, dragged myself out of bed after not much sleep, made myself the absolute minimum of presentable, walked into my backyard and went through the gate to my neighbor's house two doors down to go to work.

My neighbors were a lovely couple named Mary and Mary Jo. They had a dog named freedom and an band called destiny. They owned and operated a balloon store. I sat in the store front selling balloons to folks who came in. I started each day by creating a balloon rainbow that arched between two parking meters in front of the door. Once done, I began to await the day's customers. Not because I liked selling balloons. Because I needed to steal the money to buy drugs.

I was 12 the first time I got drunk. I still remember it vividly. My best friend's mom was having a party and Stephanie and I managed to get a glass on a big glass of wild Turkey. After drinks it, we were giddy and drunk and eager to join in with the grown ups doing a dance on the dining room. I learned to dance the two step with a man beyond old enough to be my father who held me too closely for my age. I didn't care. I felt pretty and smart. I chased that feeling for the next 15 years.

By 13 I was drinking every day. When I moved to Philadelphia at age 18, I started drinking in bars and calling myself a writer, which meant that drinks was not a pastime but a defining characteristic. Among the like minded writers that were my friends.

By the spring of 1995, drugs were becoming commonplace in my group. At first we were sharing cocaine regularly. Not long after that, heroin. We just snorted it at first, but I had access to clean needles. It didn't take long before those two things came together. By the summer of 1995 I was shooting cocaine and heroin every day.

That October, one friend realized just how far down the rabbit hole she had fallen and went to rehab. This inspired me to quit heroin, which I did. Cold Turkey at home.

Side note, if you decide to quit heroin on your own, don't invite your mother to come stay with you while you're doing it because it will take years for her to forgive you for demanding at the end of day two that she drive to south Philly and cop you some copy.

So I switched to cocaine which was so much better, more expensive, far more addicting and demanding. You can imagine on the morning of September 21, 1995, my utter joy when someone bought a huge expensive bouquet of balloons while the bosses were out. I immediately paged my dealer who showed up soon after with the big bag of coke.

At home I could hardly wait to get started. Halfway through the evening the house was cold because we had run out of heating oil. While familiar with this problem, we turned on the oven, put on pots of water to boil and turned on a shower. I was setting up to do the coke. I was shooting up and jerked, and took a huge amount of coke in. I knew it was too much but I did it anyway.

And what happened next I don't remember. My husband told me I fell down and started having a massive seizure. It didn't stop for ten minutes. He called 911, and how I stopped breathing unless someone pushed on my chest; how he paced in front of our house waiting for the ambulance. What I do remember is waking up.

I was flat on my back and half naked because my robe came open and I was circled by my husband, three police officers, my neighbors, and two paramedics. I remember them helping me stand up. I remember them telling me to get into the ambulance. I remember putting on my boots so my feet wouldn't be bare on the December sidewalks.

I was leaving the house wearing a purple satin robe and black cowboy boots. I remember lying in the back of the ambulance watching a Christmas ornament above the rear double doors bounce as we drove to the hospital.

I remember the doctors telling me I overdosed. I remember my husband telling me that our partying days were over. We were going to get help and get sober, and we were going to do it right away.

December 21, 2010 is our 15th sobriety anniversary.

For some reason I always thought Cecily also did ketamine because she got fired from her job at a veterinary office for theft, but maybe she was stealing money to buy other drugs. Like I said, there is no one master narrative of her drug use adventures but I may be misremembering.

That's really informative thank you, as for the Ventinary thing I can only talk from my cross over with the Vet's I am friends with but the drugs are kept under lock and key some going so far as having lockable refrigerated containers for the harder stuff like K, and other tranks. But there is often a shit load of other stuff knocking around in a vet's other than drugs that's worth money.

She could also have been "bill inflating", I had had this happen at my trade counter and what happens is they ring through item X manually and then adjust the price northwards a bit, then refund the amount they bumped it by, later on and pocket the difference, if the person doing it does it right it can be hard to pick up for a while especially if they are smart and do it with items that just come off sale, or have variable pricing etc.

Charlie has always been a miserable bastard. He wears this suicidal, world-weariness as a Bukowski costume. He knows he's a loser but he imbues it with this dark artist posture because otherwise he'd have to admit that he's a useless, untalented sack of crap. If he pretends he's Burroughs with a pansexual kid and a wife who just won't stand still long enough for him to shoot an apple off her head and miss, it stings less than admitting he's married to a couchpig, living in filth and has less talent than a community college poseur who just discovered the Beats.

It does rub off on Tori, though. No way it can't affect her. She has no way of knowing her old man is playing a role and by the time she does she will have had her personality shaped.

Ah perpetual emo syndrome then, and your right that shit does rub off on kid's - mannerisms, speech cadence, even the sound of your voice is formed by your main influences (My mates kid is 15 months old and he try's to give me the thumbs up every time I see him), such a maudlin outlook on life and I have to say depressive world view must be a fucking joy to be surrounded with.

 

[DespotCTM]

intimidated by her fierceness, intelligence and confidence.

Cecily and intelligence suuuuuuuuure

She must've been hitting the bottle to come up with that

 

[DavidFerrie]

Charlie has always been a miserable bastard. He wears this suicidal, world-weariness as a Bukowski costume. He knows he's a loser but he imbues it with this dark artist posture because otherwise he'd have to admit that he's a useless, untalented sack of crap. If he pretends he's Burroughs with a pansexual kid and a wife who just won't stand still long enough for him to shoot an apple off her head and miss, it stings less than admitting he's married to a couchpig, living in filth and has less talent than a community college poseur who just discovered the Beats.

Garbage in, garbage out. Many of us go through a similar phase in our teen or college years. Eventually we grow up and realize that Burroughs, Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, and the like were rotten, miserable human beings whose prose talents were used largely to glorify nihilism and self-destruction, and who treated their families, friends, and strangers alike like dirt. If Charlie hasn't gotten this by now, he never will, and the Ironic Hipster joke of his life is on him.

 

[The Great Chandler]

It's pretty obvious the drugs she done as a teen made her stay in the mind of a teen, which explains her poor decision making.

 

[multiverse]

By the spring of 1995, drugs were becoming commonplace in my group. At first we were sharing cocaine regularly. Not long after that, heroin. We just snorted it at first, but I had access to clean needles. It didn't take long before those two things came together. By the summer of 1995 I was shooting cocaine and heroin every day.

That October, one friend realized just how far down the rabbit hole she had fallen and went to rehab. This inspired me to quit heroin, which I did. Cold Turkey at home.

Side note, if you decide to quit heroin on your own, don't invite your mother to come stay with you while you're doing it because it will take years for her to forgive you for demanding at the end of day two that she drive to south Philly and cop you some copy.

So I switched to cocaine which was so much better, more expensive, far more addicting and demanding. You can imagine on the morning of September 21, 1995

Lol, what a fucking lightweight. She did drugs for 3-4 months? Such addict. Also, no wonder she never lost weight from it.

 

[Ginger Piglet]

Also, Cecily? Fierce? What the cunt is "fierce" anyhow? It's one of these hipster / clickbait internets terms like "woke" and "yas queen" that serves only to be very annoying. If Cecily is fierce, I am a banana.

Unless by "fierce" you mean "huge scornful egotist" that is.

 

[Dog Prom 3D]

People also say she lived in a hoarded home-I didn't see any of those photos but won't doubt it. If so, that's another reason she could have been removed or at least threatened.

Certainly, what I've seen of their house isn't spotless but at least it wouldn't worry CPS.

Here's the story of the hoarded, filthy house and its impact on Tori.

Spoiler: Spoilering this shit because it's long and depressing

Back when Cecily quit her day job to stay home with Tori and be a mommy blogger, she found that somehow, with two adults in the house, neither were able to do nothing all day AND take care of a child and a home. So Tori went into full time pre-school and Cecily hired women she called "the Irish girls" to clean her house so she could binge-watch television all day. Then they hit the financial wall - Cecily lost contracts because she's incompetent (notably the sex shop job where she SWF-ed her coworker, which brought forth the pink-haired Dame Edna/Grimace version of Cecily), they had to repay the money they stole from Charlie's mother, etc. The Irish girls had to go and the house fell into a state that can only be described as hazardous. Actually, you could describe it as disgusting, too.

Cecily, unaware that "living out loud" didn't mean literally telling everything about her life, thought it would make her relatable if she turned to her readers for help in organizing her life. She told about how badly she managed her life, from food to money to cleaning to mothering and documented it. Posted pictures and everything. In the first entry of this thread, @entropyseekswork has pictures of what the house looked like after Cecily made a resolution to clear it out and asked her readers to help her figure out how to do it. The house was still gross after the clean up. Before the clean up it was like filth lasagna, layers of toys and clothes atop layers of food wrappers and papers atop layers of loose change and milk jug caps atop human and animal filth and hair.

I may be able to find the passages where Cecily discussed her house - sadly GOMI is the best reference and Alice is living up to her role as shittiest webmistress ever because you can't search the site for specific phrases - but for now, from my memory Cecily discussed her complete lack of domestic routine, down to the fact that she bathed once a week and wanted to get up to every other day (she hilariously swore that even though she was 300 pounds plus, she never ever stank when she failed to wash them skin folds for a week). Her readers were, for one of the first times ever, not particularly supportive with the idea that a grown-ass woman would need their help to figure out how to schedule baths so that she could wash her ass more than once a week. Cecily backtracked and said that ever since she dyed her hair pink, she had left an atrocious mess in the tub and that was one of the reasons she didn't bathe as often.

And sure enough the tub was gross but the takeaway was if she wasn't happy using the pink, grimy tub, what was she washing Tori in? Was the kid getting bathed? During this time Tori had a case of near-intractable lice that kept flaring up - Tori was "patient zero" for her pre-school and kept returning to infect the other children, and Cecily got pissed that the school authorities were not understanding about it. This was not a situation of a school of kids passing around lice - Tori got lice, gave it to everyone. The other kids' parents eradicated the lice and they got it again from Tori. I believe this happened for two separate cycles.

It was clear that Tori's basic hygiene needs were not being met. From all appearances her clothes were seldom washed because they were in the filth lasagna in the living areas so they likely sat where they were discarded. I'm sure CPS has seen worse homes than Cecily's but it was shocking how little Cecily understood how fucking foul her house was and how such filth and chaos affected a child. If I walked into a family member's home and saw something similar to Cecily's house there would have been what we in the south refer to as a "come to Jesus" moment. It was an absolutely unacceptable place for a child and multiple animals to be living.

tl;dr: For a while Cecily's kid lived in the sort of filth that would have caused me to cause a scene and threaten to call CPS had I seen such a spectacle in my own family and friends. The current house is far less cluttered these days though none too clean, but as long as Tori has clean clothes and a clean-enough place to sleep and eat, I'm not gonna get too worked up.