Goodbye, again


Seven months ago you died. Maybe Josh is right but I think I should keep my thoughts of you private. I think about you all the time. So much of me was buried with you, the good parts. The parts I wanted to give to you.

I hope there’s something nice for you out there.

Love,

Momma

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So…


Got engaged last night. On purpose. Not pregnant.

Squuueeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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The trouble with having a one-track mind


Misheard QOTD:

J: I have the strangest erection right now.

K: (confused stare)

K: what’s wrong with your rectum?

J: ( Jaw drops) Nooo I said “erection”.

[Seconds earlier I told him that I wanted to fuck him in the ass, so naturally I was concerned that he had some health issues]

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Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me appreciate a good man when I found one.


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You make me want to be a better caveman.


Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

It bears repeating:

I wanna like, go hunt something with you and kill it with our bare hands, skin it, eat it, fuck you and then draw a fucking mural on the wall of all that.

I like the middle.

You are so amazing. I know it’s only been a short time but you make me feel so safe. You talk to me, even when you’re mad at me. You don’t let anything fester. You are so fucking kind I just stare at you sometimes and wonder what the hell you are doing with me. I want to be better. I’m trying, baby.

You read. You love music as much as I do. You hung up my clothes, who does that?? (Thank you, I won’t expect it but that was so fucking nice).

My family is crazy about you. I’m so fucked up over you.

I hope this treatment works, if I get it, that is. You deserve to be so happy and I want to be a part of that. Or at least, I don’t want to make you miserable and then hate me, and then stop caring. I love you. Finally I can say that and mean it wholeheartedly.

I feel like a child that just got everything she ever wanted for Christmas and can’t wait to go to school and brag to her friends about it, how crazy is that?

 

 

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Thank you, mystery Easter Bunny


(UPDATE – It was Josh and Miyah, LOVE THEM)

Someone left Easter eggs filled with candy and cute stickers all over my front lawn! I have no idea who did that, but from my boys, my niece and myself, thank you 😀

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Dear Mrs. Plath


Remember that time when I thought I could write poetry? That was fun.

Well, we may have more in common than we thought. They call it electroconvulsive therapy now. You’d know that if you were still alive.

My doctor wants me to get evaluated to see if I’m a good candidate. Makes me a bit nervous. I know you were.

I’ll let you know what happens.

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