Listen, be careful, because this track will blow your breastplate right off your body. Also, be mindful of your other extremities. I dunno, I haven’t tested those.
What’s happening, Bitchfaces. I’m finally out of this horrid ass depression that tried to eat my fucking life.
Thank ya, Jesus.
The day we thought may never come, well it’s here, so can we do that thing we do where we pretend I wasn’t crying like a bitch for however the fuck long it’s been?
Thanks. Y’all the best.
I’ve been doing some things. Seeing some folk. Eating some breakfast.
Saw stuffed French toast again. Twice. I was like, “um, yeah so, about me being a crybaby bitch…”
He said, “we all cry, Babygirl. You thought I didn’t know you’re human in there?”
Well, allright then.
Evidently I’m human. Who knew?
Don’t say y’all, ok. Sometimes y’all just really so smart it’s not impressive anymore. That’s a lie. It’s always impressive, I’m just being an asshole. I love you smart bitches. Y’all always bring something interesting to the table, and that’s a requirement for me to be enamored with you.
Obviously that’s our situation. Duh.
It’s been a really, really long winter. I’m so glad that’s over. Kinda forgot who I was for a little bit. Glad that’s over, too.
Anyway, I’m back in my fucking right mind. I don’t know where I was, but it was not here, it was not right, and we’re leaving a poor review. 18/10 would not fucking recommend.
I have some deadlines coming up, might be on the hit or miss tip for a week or so. Still working, just working the B side of the money for a minute.
That was a throwback reference to cassette tapes, if you’re too young to get what I meant.
See, back in the 90’s, before CD’s, we had cassette tapes. Side A, Side B. If you were like me, you scotch taped the corners so you could record The Quiet Storm over them. That’s what happened to my Momma’s “Best of Bread” tape.
We’re just gonna keep that to ourselves, though. For some reason she really liked that shitty band. John Cougar Mellencamp, yeah, I get it. Bread, mm umm. Nope.
That’s all. I’ll be over here with some “Rain on the Scarecrow” in the background like my office transported to the fucking midwest if anyone needs me.
There will not be any “Make it With You”, though, in case you were wondering. That weed in the 70’s must have been damned near lethal. It’s the only excuse I can make for that shit.
Love,
Q
I’m so happy you’re better!!!! You are one of my favorite humans and the thought of you suffering was breaking my heart. I love you, sis, I really, really do
Welcome back, Wonder Woman. Glad it’s leveling out.