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mama jen. I first typed that as Mama Hen. Huh. freud, back the fuck up. I'm not in a good mood tonight.
I've gone past the inital "Oh, NO!" to the "anger central, how may I direct your call? oh, you want to swing back to abject sadness? Of course!"
One of my dear, dear heart-friends miscarried. Bop was what I called the baby. I won't ever get to hold Bop.
Anyway, the point of this post is that I don't have masklady's number, and I fucking give up on trying to find it. I have very little patience right now.
mama jen? call ME! six one too, then some other numbers, much like two seven five, and then a few more, like seven too three one.
I'll be fine. it's just not what one likes to hear.
I've gone past the inital "Oh, NO!" to the "anger central, how may I direct your call? oh, you want to swing back to abject sadness? Of course!"
One of my dear, dear heart-friends miscarried. Bop was what I called the baby. I won't ever get to hold Bop.
Anyway, the point of this post is that I don't have masklady's number, and I fucking give up on trying to find it. I have very little patience right now.
mama jen? call ME! six one too, then some other numbers, much like two seven five, and then a few more, like seven too three one.
I'll be fine. it's just not what one likes to hear.