Like so many of you, I’m pained by these recent tragedies. And I’m exhausted by a heartbreak that never seems to stop. Right now it’s George, Breonna, and Ahmaud. Before that it was Eric, Sandra, and Michael. It just goes on, and on, and on.
Watching old episodes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians is so painfully awkward.
Kim chasing Reggie around.
Bruce’s uncomfortable “romance” with Kris (and the now obvious clues he was transitioning).
Man child Rob living at home.
Kylie without lips.
It’s a lot.