So I decided to write a long angsty email to the owners of my work. But I don’t want my manager(s) to get it first, so I emailed from an anonymous email and was like “before I send what I need to send — WHO IS READING THIS SO I KNOW MY CONCERNS ARE GOING INTO THE CORRECT HANDS”
I just got a phone call from someone I haven’t talked to/seen in years. My mother had a falling out with my uncle and refused to let us speak to him. He heard I was living away from home, so he figured he could call me without her finding out. I can’t stop crying. He took me to all of my OB appointments when I was pregnant with Mia. But their falling out happened at the end of my pregnancy, so he never got to meet her. (I used to talk about him all the time on here, if you followed me 3+ years ago you should know who I’m talking about). Him and my older sister were extremely close. I always had a feeling they still secretly kept in contact, but she wouldn’t ever tell me. I would ask “Do you still talk to Steve?” and she would respond “Why?” “I’m just wondering. I won’t tell mom. Do you?” “Why?” When he called, I asked “Do you still talk to Sam?” “Every day” That makes me SO happy. Like he wasn’t completely gone. I felt so bad having to cut him out of my life but I didn’t have a choice. I was still living at home and if my mom ever found she honestly probably would’ve kicked me out. He said he’s coming up to Brooklyn in a few months and he wants to see me and Mia.
It’s like hearing from someone you thought was dead.
For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti - Sufjan Stevens
If there’s anything to say, if there’s anything to do If there’s any other way, I’ll do anything for you
According to Wikipedia, Sufjan Stevens lives in my neighborhood. Any time I see a dude walking around in “regular” clothes with a guitar (which is rare, but easy to spot, because I (we?) live in a VERY Hasidic Jew populated neighborhood), I hardcore creep, eyes wide, “Is it him? Is it him? Is that Sufjan??” Always on the lookout.
I’m currently snuggled up comfy in bed with a cup of French vanilla coffee and my laptop. Gonna watch the most recent my mad fat diary, maybe something else too (don’t know what yet) and then I’m gonna get ready. I gotsa hot date tonight. He’s 6’5” so yeah you can say he’s a keeper. I might head out a little earlier so I can sit out and read my book because it is SO NICE outside. I miss my babes and I have a bad uti and I owe a lot of people a lot of money and they all won’t stop bugging me about it but I’m just tryna focus on the positives, y’all.
I just went outside to take the garbage out and okay I go out there in like nothing like no shoes nothing because I’m like ok I’m just gonna run down and throw the garbage in the can and be back but NOPE there’s like a fucking car pulling out of the driveway and another one trying to pull in and so they’re just like stuck there totally blocking my damn garbage can and I’m standing there in the freezing cold wearing nada for like 15 fucking minutes waiting for this guy to move the fuck out of the way of my garbage can and he’s just sitting there like staring at me staring at him like bitch who even are you you’re in my driveway in front of my garbage can UGH nyc…….