hi. i wasn’t planning on blogging. in fact i’ve been planning this day for a while now. my anniversary…blogging never entered my mind…but you know i’m a writer and when shit starts spinning…i start writing. anyway. no. it’s not my 30 year wedding anniversary to my college sweetheart (although that is literally around the corner)...
my multi million dollar view. it started out with good intentions from the second i saw this home i wanted to live there. it just felt so peaceful. it felt like home. the privacy. the size. the views. the ability to merge two families with space for everyone…....
i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
I watched the video today. The one of George Floyd taking his last breaths. It is heartbreaking. I couldn’t finish. It is devastating. I sobbed. It has changed and altered me in so many ways I’ve been unable to put into words how I feel…...
so you didn’t give a fuck about coming into hot yoga sick and saying i’m going to sweat it out. and i point blank ask you to stay the fuck away from me. because i have a compromised immune system…...
