Still mad boo

January 1st, 2023, 11:40 PM by Goddess

I often forget that it isn’t just Lucy Van Pelt’s Halloween mask that stares at me here and all over sewshul meedya.

Retrograde has opened up a few other memory holes, it appears.

A part of me wants to remind people that they quit calling me first. And that you can only verbally abuse me (Northern asshole) or gossip about me (even more Northern asshole) once before you lose your access to me forever.

Y’all can join someone else in enjoying a shovel to the face in 2023. Or, another one.



Back to December

January 1st, 2023, 8:58 AM by Goddess

2022 wasn’t a bad little year.

I mean, it was ridiculous in its own ways that previous years weren’t.

But I figure I had seven great days.

Six in the Keys …

One in Orlando …

Enjoyed Christmas and NYE immensely …

I’m still getting a paycheck, which bought what my kiddos know as “good foodz.”

Everyone in my little family is here.

Mom pointed out that I sang to myself a lot in December. I was happy.

I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughin’ from the passenger’s side

And realized I loved you in the fall

I stopped singing when I got back to work after three weeks off. Stopped being as nice, too.

Jesus, the stress returned faster than the tan I acquired before this cold snap.

I need to get back to being the person I was in December. And to keep being her forever.