Hi Ho Hi Ho, it’s no damn where I go.
Sitting in my chair, listlessly scrolling through Facebook or emails, occasionally stopping to stare out the window. My purse is here beside me, shopping list is inside, grocery bags are by the front door but I can’t get going. I can’t make myself go out that door. Continue reading “Hi Ho Hi Ho”
5 beers into a bad day tomorrow and binge listening to Pope by Prince. “Seek and destroy, fuck you up.” It’s hard to want to ever be out of this space where I feel so much energy and I hate most of you for thinking I need to get out of it just because it is alcohol fueled delusion. That last part will pass tomorrow. Continue reading “Psuedo-famous Smile”