journaling

FOR MY DAY ONE (AND ONLY MY DAY ONE)

i’ll say one good thing that came out of that hooker that was ex therapist.
i’m sorry foxhole but i’m still really mad at her and that.
like,
i still haven’t gotten an email with a follow-up or anything.
she is absolutely banished to the lowest island of hell.
anyhoo,
for one of our past assignments,
she wanted me to start…

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*i had a dream during my nap that i was in my bathroom.
when i turned on my bathroom sink,
this random pipe started to overflow dirty water.
the sink started to overflow as well.
i took a plunger and started to remove the clog from the sink.
once i did that,
there was no clog anymore…

i feel like if certain attentionistos had a journal,
they would keep their mystery.
not everything needs to be blurted out on social media,
especially their homophobic rants and raves.
that’s so not mellow.
one of my home-vixens inspired me to start journaling yesterday.
now i know what you’re thinking.