How long have I been dreaming I could make it right if I closed my eyes & tried with all my might...
A black mood that has been simmering for days, then bloomed last night - this morning I awoke with it in gull venomous flower. Oh, and I woke an hour late, and between the two, I proceeded to get NOTHING done today. Not a single thing.
The sun came back, and a little warmth. Our high was (and now is) 57˚F.
I said some shit on social media:
1. Joy is playing a Pogues song at earsplitting, earthshaking, bowl-loosening, thunder-lizard decibels to wake the idiots upstairs who blasted their crappy faux country music all night.
2. "TikToker" is about the worst insult I can imagine. Well, "influencer" might be as bad.
3. As a longtime fan of both Jane Campion and Sam Eliott, and as someone who can admire people with beliefs different from my own, guys, both of you, please STFU for five minutes and let this thing blow over. (But it's what people want, right? To see celebrities at each other's throats? Especially if you can feel self righteous for siding with a woman over a cranky old white dude with a walrus mustache.)
See, that was my fucking, pointless day.
Wish you were here.
Oh, there's an eBay link. So maybe we won't go broke until next month.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:03 p.m.
The sun came back, and a little warmth. Our high was (and now is) 57˚F.
I said some shit on social media:
1. Joy is playing a Pogues song at earsplitting, earthshaking, bowl-loosening, thunder-lizard decibels to wake the idiots upstairs who blasted their crappy faux country music all night.
2. "TikToker" is about the worst insult I can imagine. Well, "influencer" might be as bad.
3. As a longtime fan of both Jane Campion and Sam Eliott, and as someone who can admire people with beliefs different from my own, guys, both of you, please STFU for five minutes and let this thing blow over. (But it's what people want, right? To see celebrities at each other's throats? Especially if you can feel self righteous for siding with a woman over a cranky old white dude with a walrus mustache.)
See, that was my fucking, pointless day.
Wish you were here.
Oh, there's an eBay link. So maybe we won't go broke until next month.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:03 p.m.