Monday, March 6, 2017

better off irl

Hi, Drunkards. I know I haven't posted in more than a week. Sorry about that.

On behalf of this adorable Basset hound, sorry.
Last week was a perfect storm of....stuff.

On behalf of my darling PDaughter, Precocious Daughter had many band practices, both early and late.

I found myself caught in a tangle of financial statuses.

And basically, I thought I might be better off dead than, you know, how I was IRL.

This, if I'm going to be honest.

Here's the thing: I have many loved ones (some blood relatives, some honest soulmates) who want me to be a successful, first-class human.

I love you all. Really.

But for those who recognize my weaknesses, acknowledge my foreign differences, and love me anyway, I say: Thank you.

You are my forever love for you. Forever.

And all I have to say in our defense in this:

I support your belief in America.

And in me.

And in our post-American belief in loving one another forever.

I hope we can all be happy. I personally will donate my entire forever to this belief. 

If tomorrow is your belief to the contrary, I understand.

I hope we will come together later.

Until then, God bless together, you guys.



  1. I went a little crazy last week, too. I hate to make people put up with me when I get that way.

    We're fortunate to have people who will take our calls when we have one of those weeks, huh?

  2. I have a dilemma.
    I like you. I like the person you are so I want you to be you.
    But I also want you to be happy and I'm concerned being you sometimes results in you being unhappy, or causes those closest to you to be unhappy, which I know also makes you unhappy.
    You'll be the first to know if I find a solution.


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