So um, yeah. About that whole thing where I said all that stuff about all you guys who I hadn't talked to in a while that showed up to my dad's funeral a few weeks ago... Right. I pretty much called you all bastards, well, just so you know, there's like an addendum to that. So, whatever. In case you're interested... Wow. This. Is. Awkward. But, hey, right? I mean, ugh!
Oh, then, I like e-mailed some pretty weird stuff too. I don't know, I think I was sober. It was morning, right? I was probably sober. I mean, I was supposed to be sober, ha ha, anyway...
Cool, so, um. Great thing on FB the other day, by the way. Totally hilarious. Well, yeah. No, yeah... Er. Yeah. Cool. See ya, yeah...
When grieving, you are not allowed to have self control. When you are grieving and about to be wed, you are not allowed to have control of your bowels.
ReplyDeleteKeep on, keepin' on. Shit and rant. Rant and shit. It's perfect. You're perfect. And people that ignore us and then feel bad for us need to put on their big girl/big boy panties and apologize for being immature douche bags and let it all out. All. Of. It.