Gladys May

I have had too much alcohol. I’m not gonna wake up hurling and praying for death, but I will absolutely sleep late, then guzzle a huge glass of water before regretting a thing or two I said.

I’m vomiting words here because I designed this thing to be anonymous. I mean, I realize the very act of creating a WordPress blog means I’ll be leaving a paper trail, but I think I made it convoluted enough that the path is twisty and hard to follow. And I am so not worth that effort. Just believe me, because if you don’t, you’ll only end up disappointed.

On to (more) drunk rambling.

My parents visited me for 2 weeks and left this past Wednesday. On Thursday, my little sister Leigh (not her real name, ’cause this is anonymous) came to visit. It’s been a hard month, full of activity.

What I’m trying to say is that I earned tonight.

Leigh and I share the same biological father, and she’s 6 years younger than me. She learned I existed when she was 7. I learned she existed when I was 16.

Did you do the math? That’s kinda fucked up, right?

My bio-father fucked off when I was 2. He didn’t raise me. He also didn’t raise Leigh. But when I was 16, he thought we should meet each other, and I agreed. It was possibly the best decision I’ve ever made.

I don’t really have a grand life lesson here or any real wisdom to impart or any point at all. I just know that I love my little sister, and more importantly, I like the fuck out of her. Tonight was one of my best nights ever, and all we did was sip wine and gossip and be inappropriate and just *be* with each other. And it was just…good.

Our president is a useless fuckwit who deserves to rot in prison.

Only one conspiracy theory is true: Melania has a stand-in for photo ops.

GMOs are fine, and organic isn’t any better or healthier than non-organic. But Monsanto is evil.

Chris Evans is the best Chris.

My favorite work of art is Dali’s “Portrait of Mrs. Mary Sigall,” and my favorite part is the two angels high-fiving each other in the background.