Oh, I don’t know...

Just a few things.....

I am trying so so hard to not type what I think on every social media platform ever.

I’m biting my tongue every single day and trying not to berate anti-science/pro-trumpers who, don’t want to use a mask or stay inside, carry signs reading MY BODY MY CHOICE ...... I certainly agree, my intellectually challenged .... fellow human. Glad we can agree.... No no take backs. You said it. My body my choice. Now scooch along....

I’m really trying not to say, Becky, Sweetheart, fuck your fake nails ok, and Karen, Honey, Fuck you and you’re “need” to shop at Ross... Ross??? Honey, we know you, we know you got that rip off “Michael Kerrs” at Ross, no need to rush. That wasn’t last season’s bag, sugar, it’s never been a season’s bag. Sit the fuck on your couch, Girl.

I’m fixin to let my Southern fly!

For some very odd reason my, admittedly, southern twang bit I’ve picked up, turns straight into Southern Bell on a hot streak when I’m mad. I’m not saying that I hate it, it’s just weird.

I really do envy the type of person who thinks this is a gubernment hoax, the second impeachment, just fuck that Science bullshit, I believe that God will protect me, Amen!(dry cough.) 

I do. I wish I could bury my head in the sand and make my vision of current life just Be Gone! I’m sick of staying in the house! I need a haircut! In the name of banishing my boredom, I hear-by declare this virus thing OVER! Done! Fun while it lasted! Ran out of memes! Let Freedom Ring!!! And Guns and Bibles too, Amen!

I wish I was a Sit Down Restaurant Patriot.

But......... I’ll die so, I’m gonna look for the end of the Internet instead.

And furthermore, please, please, tell me why 9x’s out of 10, my finger pad thing on my laptop doesn’t recognize my finger? My phone can recognize my face peeking out of the covers but my finger? Nope.

I actually do need to get out of the house though.......

Mother’s Day. The first day since my dad passed that I KNOW I missed a call from him. He always called me on Mother’s Day......

How soon is too soon to ask for the portion of ashes they are supposed to send to me?

I don’t know about the etiquette of these things. 

Gotta go

Me