Today, I was a trainwreck. Just. Ugh.
Sad, and not put together, really in a bad way. I didn’t even want to tell anyone, because it was so needy and gross. Bleh.
So, I sat here all day like that, just immersed in my own little sloppy ass pity party, without any fucking fun hats, and definitely no glitter. Again. Sad ass little episode.
Then, Meme buzzes me. “Ay bitch, you want fried chicken and mac n cheese for dinner?”
Um, well fuck yes. Am I Southern?
But more than the 7,000 calories this bitch packed into some Tupperware, I needed the company. Funny how often she just pulls that shit, like out of thin air and all, and fixes the shit that isn’t going swimmingly.
The bitch brings the glitter, the banners, and the fun party hats. Without a doubt.
I don’t think I said a total of 20 words, just because I said the necessary ones, and she knew off rip where I was. That’s how you know someone knows you. You don’t even have to point to where it hurts, they know. They saw that shit gut you, they know where the scars run.
I was letting myself slide right on back down to in my feelings town, because I don’t know if y’all have noticed, I’m a little fucking dramatic and I like to blow everything so far out of proportion, it’s barely recognizable when I’m through. Yes. A proportion blower, that’s me, also a molehill mountainer, and an out of context taker.
All of those things. I’m definitely all of those fucking things.
But I’m not alone in it. I have a handful of people who know exactly what I’m saying when I say the shit. So, either I’m surrounded by lunatics or I'm no-
Mm. Well, yea that makes sense, actually.
Lunatic or not, that bitch can fry some chicken. I mean. Probably better than me, but I’ll never say that out loud.
I’ll never get tired of having a team so solid it makes me stop and take note of how solid they actually are. For all of the complete fuckery that is my relationship history, I have been beyond blessed with friends that are family. Like, my whole life, not just these days.
I wouldn’t trade one of these bitches for a relationship if the relationship came with a 200% money back guarantee.
I feel I certainly got the winning hand on that deal. I’m sticking with the cards I have.
Love-
Q
I almost started candle shopping. Glad you are feeling better 😘
The lonelies are heinous, I hear you, sis