I feel like I have a bunch of books in me, but they're knotted up by these terrible things I tell about … [Read More...]
hmm..triple three three three..times. I try and try to figure it out, all these fucked up heartbeats around me, the men who don’t fucking feel the smallest sentiment to my best friend who seems to be able to cry at the drop of a hat. I used to think that I consistently had some positive…
so yea…there’s this thing that can happen. I was adopted. I met my birth mother for the first time on Thursday evening. Although. huh. I feel speechless. Exhausted. FRancis calls her BAbs. I called her Barbara, and at times, mom. CAN you really trade in your parents for the real thing? hell no. BUt you…
but kinna photogenic for a mutt…bahahahaah…it’s 2:30, and I don’t wanna deal with this work thing I have been very bad about…crimethinc has some interesting and on-point philosophies about living…now if only having money didn’t matter…pffffffffffffttttttttttttt…..she’s so pissed in the one below…..and here is ghetto…uncharacteristically sedate.hahahaha
