I have friends who literally came to my work on their lunch breaks… bearing cookies, a cupcake, and inspirational words… who hugged me in the lobby of my office building… while singing Michael Jackson’s “You are not alone…” I will never, for the rest of my life, forget that memory. Last night I cried tears of frustration, exhaustion, loneliness, and...
Sometimes I break down and cry because I can’t fucking figure out something as simple as taking the damn thermostat off the wall to change the battery. This happened today. Being independent is really fucking hard. It is hard to be alone and do everything for myself; sometimes it just wears away at me. I work so hard in both my personal and professional lives but I’m to the point...
I can't remember what it is like to not feel...
The Plumber (beware TMI)
M: I have to poop but I know it is basically like shitting on my basement floor. Can't leave cause I'm waiting on the plumber. Ahhhh.
J: Oh no!! Do you wanna poop at my office?
M: I love pooping at your office! The plumber is hot. And I'm not wearing a bra.
J: Please have him clean your pipes!
J: If you bang the plumber I will give you $50.
M: Haha. He is currently standing in my shit. And he is wearing a wedding band.
J: Channel your inner Becky Homewrecky.
M: Hahahaha. Lol. My house smells like poop.
J: Ewwwwww. Is it fixed? What was wrong?
M: IDK what is wrong but cute plumber is fixing it.
J: Haha. Cute plumber will make everything better.
M: Too bad my landlord is here and totally cock blocking.
J: Hahahahahahaha. Tell that Nantucket to back off.