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I am not okay.
Y’all. I’m so hurt. As a plant mama, I’ve grown to accept that plants die. I’ve gotten pretty good with not getting attached to the plants; I share clippings.
Mttttch.
That’s what I thought until I had to cut my first and oldest, Muva Seymour down.
Right? I mean, everybody who works out, goes to bed every evening, having prayed to the WOD gods, and asked for nothing other than the Blessed Burpee to show up on the board the next day, right? Oh. …
It’s been a few days. Five days to be exact, since I’ve shared the goings ons, and progresses and silver linings behind breakup bullshit. So I’m back to fill you in. Day 5 – I was on a …
I was rummaging through all of my social media outlets and came across this question on my Ask.fm page. Seems timely enough. That said, friends, I appreciate your continued support of my separation from the Facebook. …
