Hey reader. At work on break. Cut the fuck out of my pointer finger with a can. Hurts like a motherfucker, like a deeper evil paper cut. I gotta remember not to use hand sanitizer til it's healed oh giblets.
Having to re explain that Drake has passed sucks btw. I know some people don't know but fuck.
Had to have 3rd degree with my daughter last night. I was sending a "Hope you got rest" message to a wizard and she wanted to know who the wizard was and how long I'd known him for. I think she's paranoid I am talking to dudes for ... Yanno. I'm not. I have friends sure. But no.
Nothing like that.
Sty keeps calling me sweetheart and I don't stop him but he's also known me for.. nearly 30 years. Next year will be 30 years holy crap.
Another fuckwit started calling me baby the fucking day after Drake passed and I haven't answered any of his messages.
He's an idiot though. Hobosexual for the lose.
Anyway. I need a friend. A lifeline I can open up to but I'm afraid. Rejection. Fizzling out. Boredom. I get it. I'm boring. But dammit.
S
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