I don't know if it's the excitement of hearing a Morrissey interview today, but the signs I see (do you realize how f***ing stupid I feel saying that?) are super extra chattery but oddly, it;s not like an argument like my whole life where's there's point and counter point, but more like one voice explaining something and the other voice allowing the one voice to speak.
Today while watching in the background the highly educational sitcom Friends (guilty pleasure!) Joey was angry at everyone for watching Phoebe's porn movie, then she busts in the door and says "What am I doing!" The entire comversation at dinner was we'll just say about confusion and frustration and anger.
You and me both, friend. Unless of course those are just my thoughts.
I hate masks.
Em told an interesting story. In Palm Springs a baby duckling got separated from it;s mother and the other ducklings while Scottish Josh my hair dresser, his husband and Noah made a ruckus near them. To make a long story short that even I don;t know the details of though I was sitting in the car listening, N was scooping the babies out of a pool with a leaf catcher and the mom took off when she realized she had most of her babies. One owas left in their care until the next day, but as Noah sat on my bed he got a text that "The wee dookling 'as bin rayunited with eets mum." Sooooo, there's that.
Still. Masks. I don;t know who or what to trust. My brain is broken of trust or believing. Can you blame me. The last 2 weeks? Nothing more than that.
Today while watching in the background the highly educational sitcom Friends (guilty pleasure!) Joey was angry at everyone for watching Phoebe's porn movie, then she busts in the door and says "What am I doing!" The entire comversation at dinner was we'll just say about confusion and frustration and anger.
You and me both, friend. Unless of course those are just my thoughts.
I hate masks.
Em told an interesting story. In Palm Springs a baby duckling got separated from it;s mother and the other ducklings while Scottish Josh my hair dresser, his husband and Noah made a ruckus near them. To make a long story short that even I don;t know the details of though I was sitting in the car listening, N was scooping the babies out of a pool with a leaf catcher and the mom took off when she realized she had most of her babies. One owas left in their care until the next day, but as Noah sat on my bed he got a text that "The wee dookling 'as bin rayunited with eets mum." Sooooo, there's that.
Still. Masks. I don;t know who or what to trust. My brain is broken of trust or believing. Can you blame me. The last 2 weeks? Nothing more than that.
