The one nice thing about legitimate drama in one's life...
It makes the rest of the drama nearly non-existent.
Been thinkin' all day about Serena, working through the 10 hours of lifting thinking of her and her mom, and FG makes an angry reprisal.
Fuck him.
And no, I don't want to do it myself.
I'm just saying that as I watch the gold bands of sun on the living room wall tonight what is important to me just GLARES. My family in San Diego, whom I miss terribly. The life outside. My words in great quantities in the bedroom. My ink pens. What matters to me.
God bless the only living girl in SF.
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