I have nothing to say today. I am devastated that God, again, has given a child to people who are mean to their, now four, boys. I was just talking to my Small. Taylor Swift had won Entertainer of the Year at CMT, the highest honor CMT can bestow. I was explaining how important and wonderful it must be to her, second to knowing God and third to having a Small. I wanted her to know how very wonderful it was to have her and be able to give her kisses and hugs and loves.
So I’m here, crying and stuff. I texted my bff T, but she’s probably busy at the Mission helping homeless women like the good person she is. I am sitting in front of dirty dishes. I will not wash them, but I will fold and put away clothes.
Not so exciting today.