Bestestest.

Maybe the friggin' best day that ever bested a best. Board games, delicious noms, my BFFhb and our respective digestive issues made for a mostly great day. Can't wait for tomorrow, oddly enough. 

Thirty seven ought to be fun. 

Tag I'm It

Spending a quiet birthday morning with breakfast in bed, tea, and cats is maybe the best start-of-day ever. 

This marks seven years past when I'd thought I'd be dead. So far, so good. So, so good. 

<3

Forward Facing

It boggles my fucking brain trying to sort out why that man would fwd me some insulting, disrespectful "jokey" email; it is the exact opposite of everything positive necessary to any sort of future relationship. 

Good to know he has not changed. Still oblivious to what is socially acceptable, still blindly forging ahead insulting all in his path. I am over-sensitive as a result of his lifelong, fucked up sense of humour. Of telling me to take it easy, what's wrong with you, you just want attention. 

I did want attention, just not yours.

Merry happy fuckoff.

Step Up

An apology arrived today from a past so long ago I'd almost forgotten it. Ollie (less a name than an act) was a skater I hung out with, part of a group of misfits and mean-wells in my township. He was less than kind, to put it nicely, and put me down when I tried to help him up. Details are repetitive.

He has been growing, though, in all these years. Learning. Now, he's hoping for forgiveness, from those he hurt - including little old me, who was barely a kick flip on his social half pipe. He expected no response, just wanted me to know his apology was there. 

So. 

It's never too late to make things right. 

I'm very glad that Ollie has gotten himself in gentler hands. I hope he forgives himself, too.