birthday

Dragging.

[30 Mar 2020|9:02pm]

Birthdays, routine, isolation, and fun in the pharmacy. And for the last time, THERE’S NO FUCKING MASKS.

I’m going to make my own holiday. With hookers. And blackjack.

[14 Feb 2020|8:52am]

made-up

Another Thursday. Another year older.

[13 Feb 2020|8:11am]

My birthdays are always a bit bittersweet for me. My morning wasn’t great; while I liked my birthday present from him, my usual exceptional talent for figuring out what he’d gotten me failed. I’d built up an idea of what my gift was, and I was dreadfully wrong, and it showed. Then, there’s the “fuck,…