I don’t believe this…
Drivel Thread 1.0
In all seriousness, the pandemic was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. This is who I am, mom. No phase.
A percentage. My fathers mother is Irish. I’m a ginger. Mexican Irish Guamanian among other things. That’s anxiety plus antagonism. Crazy combo.
Rare bird, indeed. I knew a lovely girl from Guam. I never did the 23andme, probably won’t. 50 shades of honky, probably.
I’d love to do that genetic stuff too. I’ve got Native American in me also but that’s part of the Mexican. I’d hope to find out I’ve got a little of everything. Guamanians are chill. My grandpa was a super laid back catholic. He smelled like church candles and played ukelele. It never occurred to me until after they passed that he and my grandmother were a biracial marriage. Back then it was weird. They had to get permission from the Catholic Church to marry.
I’m trying to cut down on sugar. I’ve binged every night since I can remember. Bad. Handfuls of Smarties and chocolate and whatever the hell else. Never occurred to me why I’d wake up with a splitting headache and terrible sleep even though I don’t drink anymore. I was having sugar hangovers. It’s been a week now and harder than quitting smoking (cigarettes) and drinking alcohol. Sugar is a horrible beast. I’m gonna kick it though.
Exactly. Joints too. Crazy how long it can take to admit you are killing yourself. Me anyway.
I needed a change, so I cut my hair into a shag.
This is what I was going for:
But frankly, this is probably closer to what I accomplished:
It’s my birthday next week. It’s fine. I’m fine.