this mess we're in.

[thejunipertree]

Too much in my head, not enough room to let it run around for a bit. I always tell myself that I'm going to use this journal more often for hashing out the swirling mess inside my skull, but it so very rarely actually winds up happening. Usually because by the time I sit down at my desk, the whirl has become unmanagable and I'm exhausted.

I still haven't figured out the mother situation. And every time I think about it, it makes me want to scream bloody murder at the unfairness of it all. Bloody. Fucking. Murder.

This morning, I dreamt I was the Queen of the Ring-Tailed Lemurs.

Papa Legba, give me strength to survive this. And protection on my household.

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[peet.livejournal.com]

I just hope my Christmas gifts will bring you momentary respite. :(

*hug*

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

we are going to have so much fun that you won't even have time to worry about your current troubles. i wish i could say 'stop worrying' and have you do so, but i know you won't. still, stop worrying. what will come to pass will come to pass, and we will figure it out along the way.

we will have our goddamned funeral home. i will hear of nothing else.