The only picture that I haven’t seen that I really want to see from the men’s USA win yesterday is Jack Hughes, biting the gold medal with his broken teeth. @jhugh86
I got a text at 1:47 AM. “Mom, I really need you. I messed up. Can you come get me?” My mom died six years ago. I stared at the phone. I could’ve ignored it. Wrong number. Someone else’s problem. Instead, I replied: “I’m not your mom. But I am a mom. Where are you?” A location came through. A quiet gas station on the edge of town. I grabbed my sweater and keys and drove. I found a teenage girl sitting on a bench, knees to her chest, eyes red from crying. When I said, “I’m the one who texted you back,” she looked scared, then relieved. “I didn’t know who else to message,” she whispered. We went to a 24-hour café. I ordered her hot chocolate and toast. Let her talk. She’d fought with her parents, walked out, and realized too late she had nowhere to go. I sat beside her while she called her mom. I held her hand when her voice shook. We waited. When her mother arrived, she ran into her arms, crying. She looked at me like I was something special. I’m not. I just know that sometimes, when the world feels too big, any mom will do.
I will never understand how he was allowed to run after this. He literally tried to overthrow the election because he couldn’t admit he lost. People were injured and died because of him. In a sane world he would have been sent to prison for the rest of his life over this.
With all of the streaming service mergers going on I just think to myself this is gotta be what my parents felt like in the early 00s when all the cell companies kept merging
I’m tired of hurting so deeply and still taking the time to check on everyone else. Pretty funny because my phone is fucking dry. No one seems to send love and care here.
I bitched Reid out for going into the garage for 48$ when i directed him there and i asked the guy in the way out if i got a discount being a 5/3 customer (we were the only car) and we really got free parking!!!
I’ve been putting off our third bedroom and it’s became a collection of dead dogs things/Christmas decor. I’ve been at it for three hours and it’s basically done. I fucking love/hate myself sometimes. It only took three hours????