Kelly, this is for you.
Feeling some weird things lately. All at once-like too. Maybe at age 31 I am supposed to begin to learn about sadness. It’s too easy for me just to be ’strong’ and keep moving on. But I am afraid thats not gonna cut it. Missing a lot of people and voices.
But depsite this odd morbidity, I am ridiculously happy. It might have something to do with the handsome stone mason that occupies so much of my time these days.
its always nice to have a hot construction worker there to help you work through some sadness!
So there you go Smelly. Bet you wish I hadn’t bothered!
Love you tons. It was so good to see you last night. I only wish we’d been on a date.
Jesus Camp = My Childhood.
Yes, you should feel sorry for me. I am still trying to shake that shit at age 30ish…