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I only need my muse. That's you, huckleberry.

I love having the kind of look that can kill a man.

Thanksgiving is dumb cookies are forever.

1. Huckleberry 2. Darling 3. Spot 4. Sugarpie 5. Our Lord and Savior 6. Tardigrade 7. Jonathan with Three Ns at the End 8. Steely Dan 9. Fresh Meat 10. Fresh Meatloaf

Cookies! Fuck yeah

Thank you. I will take this into personal consideration.

Thoughts?

I thought the sex number was my phone number.

If somebody accuses another family member of ruining Christmas I'll remember to tell them this.

My only proof that I'm not is that I'm a lot gayer.

Sharing a laugh about the one Christmas dinner when my Greek-Orthodox grandmother started praying in tongues and we (as kids) shared confused laughs, which resulted in my grandmother screaming at my stepdad about how he was raising terrible children, and later when I found my mom crying alone in her room, I asked "Did grandma ruin Christmas?"

The Lord's work is never done but I'm glad you're doing it.

Honestly this was so cute and it really made my day even better. <3!

This development of you writing so much more than you let on was the wildest and most delightful surprise that's been uncovered in recent years. Also, I feel you. I've never written and successfully completed NaNoWriMo, but it does make me write faster and more consistently. That's all I need.

Skate PS4 I want a new one badly.

It is.

You think you've got me pinned one second I'll grift you of every last beanie baby in your bedroom's glass display and the worst part will be that you'd let me, goddamnit. You'd do it with a smile on your face thinking you're getting the better end of the deal, that you can wipe your hands clean of the hard life, settle down--maybe tell one of your kids they can go to Sarah Lawrence if that's their dream and if they work hard enough. But my work is the hardest work kid, and the sooner you learn, the better

with tacks to all ten of my fingers if I damned well please, so learn to mind your own business!

I'm going as the month of July in 1992 the year of Our Lord

July, 1992

I like to listen to the bones in my knees creak as though nobody has lived in this house of a body for long enough to keep it up to safety standards, so I'll continue going slow and no amount of casino tokens will convince me to go any faster.

Baby

It sucks, but it happens. I brood, then move on. Not willing to predict how I might act now, were I faced with divorce though.