Hey, girl, hey.
I’m a little worried this evening. One of our circle has dropped off the map, and it’s following illness/breakup/move/fuckshit.
I am putting this out into the universe in hopes that you see this and just holler at a Bitchface. I already told you once, I don’t care what it is, I got you. I don’t like when ladies go MIA. That’s usually a horrible sign. Girl, send up a smoke signal.
For the rest of y’all, hey, girl hey.
I know I’ve been a little quiet lately, but there’s been some transitions around here. Things are still pearly white and no orthodontist work out here with Andrew. Also, beard still the freshest of the fresh.
Not the point. Y’all, I speak with some of you every single day.
This means, when you go off grid, I lose my damned cool. I panic. Sometimes I cry. It’s a shitty state of affairs.
Many of us bond because of abuse, past and otherwise. So, naturally, my mind gets to jumping like a Junebug, wondering if I need to slide my Eastlands on and pack up the big Glock .40 for a road trip.
Some of you have spent a good number of years very much like myself. Alone.
You aren’t alone anymore, though. I notice when you’re not here. BMan does too. And all of the other folk that hang with us. If you think nobody notices your absence, sis, you’re wrong.
I do. We all do.
For my friend in the shitty situation, sis, holler at me please. Let me help you.
For all the rest of you beautiful Bitchfaces, y’all keep on doing it. I see y’all, and I love everything you have happening.
Hey girl, hey. And also....Oh No! 😧
You are a sweetheart April!