Eh. Could be worse.
Eh. Could be worse.
This is a song to myself, from myself.
Now.
Just do you.
Thank you, Universe. I Needed this.
We will get through this.
The Concrete Angel falls.
My mom’s birthday is today. Or would’ve been.
She was Auntie Mame when it came to others.
All of the Love we generate.
aHeh.
Fuck all.
And we will live through many more.
You’d have thunk I’d have learned something…
*grin*
*shrug*