I have been trying to get out of the habit of second- (and third-, fourth-) guessing myself about my interactions with people. some humans are simply not good for me, just as I'm undoubtedly not good for them. I keep pretending that's not the reality; I keep being freshly devastated when it is. I KNOW BETTER. I go into interactions with the best of intentions, I really do. don't we all? possibly not. and when it isn't a happy, healthy, mutually beneficial relationship? fuck. it still hurts. it still hurts, naively, a new patch of skin against the same hot burner. same reaction, same results, insaaanity.
I'm too old for this shit.
meanwhile, regardless: everything else is too good to let this fuck up everything. so: merry Xmas. I love love LOVE you guys.
-car trips, circa 1986.
-the kin compound and a white xmas.
-jello, grape-nuts, walnuts. apparently it was a great-grandmother's specialty. remember "better off dead"? kinda like that. sorry.
-bacon waffles!
-their hostile and obese cat.
-slithery waffle goodness. holy shit, delicious.
-I love the word "slush."
-drainage.
-death.
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