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Sunday, December 13, 2015

It's been a while

I haven't written here in 2 months.  Interestingly enough, or maybe not so surprisingly, I haven't been to therapy in that time either.  Well, what the fuck has been going on?  let's see...

-  still not friends with B.  The following out was real. I guess we are more civil now, but I mean that was probably bound to happen
- I emailed stephanie 2 months ago to tell her I would always love her, and I will, but no response, which was what I expected, and what I imagine to be best for the both of us.
-  the radio is going well.  Doing shows still and doing a fairly productive audio book project and I have things to look forward to, which is nice. 
- reading, back on a Delany kick, which is cool.
-  Snail....I love snail so much, we have so much intimacy and closeness it is amazing.  We fit so well together for such different people.  I currently haven't talked to them in a day and a half, which is the longest we haven't talked in a while, which is fine, just came when I was sick this wknd and feeling shitty.  I care about snail so much and they are so important to me, I dunno what to do.
-  Other than snail, my closest friend right now is C, and she is probably the biggest stabilizing and influential factor in my life.  She is bright, wild, dark, and everything I could want in a friend. 


Other than that I dunno.  I still fight the rage.  I feel like politically or anti-politically I am at some sort of end of the line or something, it's hard to explain.  I have such little patience for other people's poorly thought out ideas and half baked arguments.  I want to have real and interesting and deep conversations with people and that isn't very possible in the realm of the political.  I also have personal rage at a lot of humans I am in close proximity with that I am not friends with.  I am sick of full grown man babies. These are dudes who can't take any fucking criticism, and are dangerous to just go off at any moment because they are emotionally stunted.  I know there are valid reasons for this, but I don't have the fucking time to interact with that.  Stop being a giant fucking man baby, it's fucking old and annoying as fuck, go process on your own, deal with your shit, then come back. fuck.