Student. Machinist. Outdoor enthusiast. Aspiring chef, currently reigning kitchen killer.
I don’t give a shit if he’s attractive or not, if a man says something inappropriate to me in the workplace I’m gonna make out with him on the copier
I hate being told by strange men to calm down or take it easy just as much as I hate being told to smile. Fuck off. I have spirit and I will not only quietly sit and be pretty.
I know I’ve been gloomy and heartbroken lately. I still am, but I have a couple things to be happy about.
Daddy listened to the
instructions I gave him. He ate and got as sober as he could before Mom’s flight came in.
Bro told me he loved me. I’ve run my household since I was ten years old and he was really appreciative that I’ve been the surrogate parent.
MOM IS HOME! Daddy was sober and upbeat today. He ate heartily for the first time in over a week.
My family is really dysfunctional and Bri suffers as a bystander and loves me and Bro and Mom anyhow.
I’m warm and fuzzy about this. :)