What? Biker boots and a sundress??
Anyway this pic was dated by tumblr as Nov 2, 2010… though I know it was in August 2010 because it was taken when I got home from my last marriage counseling session, when I knew there was going to be a definite end to my marriage and that he would be moving out soon (very soon.)
I wasn’t sad.
Almost fergot I had nog fer me rum!
(a mite bit precipitous fer Mugshot Monday but it’ll suffice)
“I regret everything. I regret last night especially everything.”
This was almost GPOY yesterday morning.
(Except I regret NOTHING. LoL)
Mugshot Monday, or as close to a mug as I get for 90% of my life…
And now I get to spend the gorgeous sunny afternoon going to a funeral for Nana Juanita. Being a grown up sucks sometimes. A lot of times.
At least “my homies all agree I really look good in black, fool”
[And the fact that it is a true story, is pretty funny by itself]
I just hung around the house “wiping butts and noses” until I was 48 years old.
Then I was like, “I think I’ll become a tattoo artist.”
So I did.
When you’re not wanted?
When you’re not worthy of love?
When you’re not worthy of the truth?