After a good several hours of crying over the past two days, feeling nothing but defeat and being pushed under the rug, then shame for not being able to show up to my friend’s birthday after she was so good to me on my birthday, mother fucker, it’s over. It’s done.
I’m going to the goddamn bank and depositing my goddamn check like the penny-saver I am.
Then I’m going to the goddamn yarn store and picking up some goddamn yarn and making Nick’s cousin a goddamn blanket.
And then I’m going to very soon take Dre out and buy her like 5 million beers (except maybe more like 5, because 5 million might accidentally kill her) and make her a cake.
And then I’m either going to stick with the belly dancing club or walk out on them, depending on what I get out of people this weekend.
And then I’m going reach my kids, do well at Teacher Assisting, get certified, then do well at Student Teaching, then get a job as a goddamn teacher.
And then I’ll own a llama/sheep farm.
…but it’s starting with yarn, because that’s usually the one material thing in life that can crack a smile and good feelings outta me.
Happy Saturday, everybody.
