good byes have always made me crazy. stories tell me that when i was a wee lass, i would cry, weep, wail and mourn the space of a city block.
it’s true.
i despise goodbyes. they kill me. they kill me till I’m seriously dead.
which makes one wonder who of this ilk could possibly survive the lifestyle that i adorned for so long?
i remember being in the van with Abbylicious the First, and kicking those stupid boys out of our vehicle and singing at the TOP OF OUR LUNGS:
and the thing is?
i would do it all again.
because they know me…and by the viewing of my Facebook page? Abbylicious2 knows me too. As does my other people, my other tribe, my other family.
and tonight… I am blessed.
I am puffy eyed due to Abbylicious2’s gifts on my page…but how lucky am I to have HER in my life?
all of you that love me…
through the years.
snork. snuffle. snorflaffle….sniff.
Through the years..
Misti Ridiculous 
Through the fucking years indeed. Good weekend. Very good weekend.
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I am so glad you had that weekend. What a gift. It's amazing how things to come to us when we need them the most.
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Times like those, they help get you through all the other shit in life.
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I am glad your dad and mom had you too!!! It was a WONDERFUL miracle! You were a joy growing up, so full of curiosity and love and have grown into a wonderful friend still full of laughter and curiosity…I miss not seeing you everyday likewhen you were growing at home…we really had some good times…Remember you are loved very much…Mamo
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