Okay so it’s been a busy week I was at a camp in the mountains with spotty internet, then I went to the theater and had to catch up on work stuff. I will be working backwards to catch up.
Day Ten favorite childhood meal
Well, fuck, I have no favorite childhood meal because I can’t really remember any childhood meal. My mother was/is a bitch who hated/hates me. In fact I don’t consider her to be my mother she was and is the gestational host or the GH for short with whom I’ve had no contact with for something like 25 years. The twist on today’s assignment was to write in your own distinct voice and today this is it – I’m sad, angry and annoyed. Don’t like it? go fuck yourself.
Till next time craft on!