Alternatively I could post a picture of my new handbag.
Isn’t it pretty?
I bought it while my cousin, who hung himself last week, was being buried.
Cause that is what you do when your brain is fried from a month of extremes, you buy a pretty handbag while your baby cousin (well he
isn’t wasn’t isn’t wasn’t a baby anymore only a few years older than my own children how can he be dead?????) lies in a box with only half of a family, the other half keeping the requested fucked up fractured family distance weeping into the soft leather of a pretty multicoloured carry all.
And fuck, that was just TUESDAY.
There was also a birthday and a party and fuckwits and medication craziness and breakdowns and tears and gardening and a dead not dead red back spider and education department fuckupery and a SCHOOL SUSPENSION and OMG THE SHENANIGANS…
And to be completely honest I just shut the fuck down and couldn’t deal.
So approach with care, no sudden movements.
Bring small gifts and tequila.
And donuts. I keep asking and no motherfucker brings me donuts.