May 26, 2019
I’ve been looking at this mug for almost 25 years, and even though we are normal human beings that can feel totally sick of one another, I am not tired of him. Yet. (puh puh puh). He makes me laugh. He is loving. Tender. Kind. I can tell him to fuck off and he can totally take it. I appreciate that in him. I can also tell him that I hate his guts, which I never, ever mean, but sometimes he bugs the hell out of me and I need to say it out loud. He absorbs it with kindness and compassion, he accepts me, and knows that I love him even when I’m a total cunty bitch.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that I have not been blogging. I’ve been too fucking fed up with everything. I hate Facebook with a mother fucking passion. It’s evil is insidious and nasty. I also hate hate hate Instagram. Instagram is owned by Facebook. But what the hell else is there for us artists, entrepreneurs, writers, feminists, etc? We need a revolution - a social media revolution - that we will release us from this trap. The revolution needs to take down this administration. Are we angry enough yet? Are we fed up enough yet? If you are not, you must be asleep. Wake the fuck up.