Though I’m not too mired in the Ick to lack gratefulness for my
ability to get my ass up, do the fucking dishes, wash my hair, and write this
less than ‘my best’ blog entry. Today is Grateful Thursday and therefore, nothing for it.
Because I lack creative mojo and chain smoking seems a
worthy use of my time today, I will make use of the handy bullet list.
I am grateful…
For my daughter. She
tops all lists, all of the time.
For not being a crack
whore, or worse. Going over some of the stories from my book, it was touch and
go there for a bit.
That I have the money
for my return ticket to Belize! This would be #2 but my near addiction stories
are still afresh in my brain.
For the security that I often times take for granted.
For my friends. Old
ones, new ones, and soon to be ones.
Finally…that I know
how to cleanse me of the Ick that I find my toe dipped into presently.
P.S. Yes, I am aware I forgot the bullets, however I did bold it all.
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