I very honestly can’t think of anything to say. I keep trying, but there’s nothing.

The crying seems to be a re-occuring theme. It’s like all of the sudden I’ve grown a heart and it’s breaking. Gross. I just want to be Zack Morris for a minute and freeze time. Did I just date the fuck out of myself? Whatever. If you read this daily, you’re probably just as old as I am. Otherwise I’m boring.

I am kind of boring.

Ya’ll, seriously. I am bummed the fuck out. I am going to have to get in my car and drive north a few hours and hang out with Space Cowboy. I am so afraid to actually do that though. I will probably bawl all over him and try and smuggle him to Canada. And I’ll have forgotten my passport and Canada will keep me. They tried to last time. But maybe we can start a new life up there. I like hockey and maple syrup. I just have to trade my ya’lls for ehs and I’ll fit in juuuust fine.

For fucking real. I need to clean myself up. He got me so good tonight, before I even listened to the song I was crying. I’m being stupid. I’m being a stupid girl. It’s not going to be that long. And he’ll probably have facebook and stuff. Right? I’ll be able to check in on him and make sure he didn’t get lost or attacked by a goat or something.

I just don’t like it when ya’ll go far away. Poprocks was in Israel for two years and it honestly went by really fast. I worried myself sick on the days I didn’t hear from him, but it was fine. EVERYONE IS OK.

Ugh. I’m just such a fucking mom, deep down. I worry. Speaking of, Space Cowboy, Jami and I had the most epic comment war on my facebook last night regarding the state of my womb and how my unborn children will be conceived. I knew they’d get along.

Oh! I do have something exciting to talk about! This cheered me up earlier. I booked a flight to see Poprocks and his pocket boyfriend next month. Look out, DC. There have been promises of gay cowboys and vodka and Footballers Wive$. So in other words, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a big old glitterfest and I can’t fucking wait.

I go to the Mitten at the end of the month to see Totoro. The Scotsman is coming too. I told him there was nothing I could do to prepare him for that shit show. I am super excited to see my seester. It’s been since Thanksgiving. I hate that shit.

Ok, I’ve perked up a little bit. I only feel slightly weepy instead of full on hysterical. I need some godamn sleep, ya’ll. And this is the song that’s playing me off too dreamland right this very second.

Lucero – Mom