Sitting here laughing at my series of wine-soaked tweets documenting my reluctant attendance at an inauguration party last night!!

At least I wasn’t too wine soaked to prove that the most liberal person in the room knew more about presidential history and the constitution than the flag-waving Trump minions.

But the guy they voted for is still president, and that made me stop laughing. :-(

I’ll go back to looking at pictures of friends and relatives at Women’s Marches now. All of these fabulous women and the men marching with them represent America far better than our “Criticize me and I’ll shut down your media account!” president.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.