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skunkeyemcghee

Sorry @Markv5 this just struck me as my kid and me tonight. Which is awesome at first, but became brain vomit. Going off on a tangent. Sorry.

This says “Darkness” in Russki.

(I look forward to your letters.)

My youngest just stopped by, against my will and smoked me out with a pinch. The smallest of pinches. ATTN: I am smacked. I’m old and it don’t take much these days. I’m a cheap date & I live!!!

Scroll on cuz TOO LONG! Didn’t read! Just dumping.

In other news, I have to get my shit in order. This living like a hermit bullshit is for the birds. (Queue Edna Mode: My God…pull-yourself-together! REDACTED “You will remind ~~him~~ them of who YOU are.”) I don’t care for what I see as a slovenly version of myself who truly believes that she’s much more valuable on paper than she is breathing. Relax. I’m stable & stubborn enough where I will see this through. Spite alone. So “don’t cry for me Argentina”. The kid made me smile. She is drop dead gorgeous inside and out. A raging ball of wild fur sometimes, but has mellowed out and doesn’t want to kill me anymore. Which is nice: we laughed, talked dudes, makeup, laughed more and smoked. She was in and out in a flash and was just what I needed after a shit day.

I saw my oldest, Numero Uno, over the weekend, before the storm. I’m in the TPA, said like a douche on purpose, so I was chillin. Another sad, woe is me, shit-storm thwarted by the wonderful fruit of my loins. She is effortlessly gorgeous which is both glorious and annoying as fuck. A bit of a bad ass, what wit her tats & the piercings and the what not. Incredibly independant but ridiculously by the book who can unravel if something goes sideways. It drives me bonkers. She hit a bit of a speed bump. While was awesome to see her & be needed, it sucks that she was upset, but I was happy that I was able to make it work and help make it all better, mom style.

After some hefty vet bills through the year, I’ve burned through savings. These furry asshats need to stop trying to OFF THEMSELVES for five fucking minutes! After a deep sigh, I and am just going to look for a real side hustle again. Not just for a fun distraction and extra Moolah, but because? Why not? Waitressing is fun for me. Albeit kind of necessary now. It’s the polar opposite of corporate HR. It’ll give me dollas in the bank, exercise, a work/life/enjoyable work life balance again. Yo, I’ve been working 12-14 hour plus days at Ye Olde Hotel Co. Cuz? Why not? Kids are gone. Just me and the fur balls kickin’ around this house. Time flies when you work harder to keep scammer’s jobs than they do. I mean? It’s been so emo round’chere that my landscaping blows. I mow to JUST keep the HOA off my back. All of that work I poured into a well coiffed suburban lawn that would make any married guy-dick swinging contest jealous is overgrown and a solid MESS. I have 1/2 started projects all over the damn house. Lots of beautiful upgrades. That, once done? Will make those house a lovely home again. All of the interior upgrades coupled with the new roof and windows? Shoooweeee! I’ve just gotta keep pulling myself outta this flop era I’m in. One stupid DIY at a time.

Miss you guys. I hope it’s not too cringe when I creep and check in even when “ghost” otherwise.

Deuces.