I don’t normally do this. I’m not really this kind of person. I don’t pay attention to sad news, choose not to know about it. Don’t like it. Can’t, won’t, don’t. But, some really dark shit happened this week in Connecticut and I’d be fibbing if I told you that I haven’t spent the past two days curled up under a mass of seventeen black, cashmere throws, trying to cry but mainly just coughing and pouting. I’m in a bad place and I’m sure a lot of you psychos are too.
Today, I pray that this country can get its shit together because I’m over it.