People are ass and only a rare few really matter. Some because they are birthed to your continuum of loved ones and others because they have been chosen. I chose Dan. He is the only chosen one. Everyone else is either ass or obsolete. Yeah, we’re friends, you and I, but be serious - am I honestly irreplaceable? I thought not.

Friends matter, don’t get me wrong, but only in the now and only for as long as they serve their purpose. I have friends who have children the same age as my own. I have friends who like to read the same books that I read. I have friends who drop their kid off at school the same time I drop mine off. These are good people (with a healthy serving of ass*) who I may like but am not committed to. And they can up sticks any time they like, I won’t care.

*this includes me. I do not deny that to others I am as much ass as they are to me.

Secretly, I might care and that’s why I am in huff to begin with but I’ll never admit it. Instead I am going to denounce the world at large and take to my bed in (melo)dramatic fashion. I feel like being sixteen today. This is my party and I’ll be a bitch if I want to.

Not that i don’t want you to have a lovely day. Have all the lovely you like. Just make sure you take it with you when you go. I’ve got a thing going on and I don’t need it messed with, got it?

All my love,