Bruh

Left my Kindle on my flight yesterday, which was VERY unlike me. Otherwise fully dissociated and overwhelmed and feel a very steady form of insane- but in a manageable way I think!!!

We did a surprise birthday dinner thing for my dad tonight. My parents, until a few years ago, have the same birthday. Mother Nicole decided she was done “sharing” her birthday with my dad. Father Shahrokh pretended like birthdays weren’t a thing in Iran (debunked btw). Shahrokh leaves for Sweden tomorrow, so instead of celebrating his originally May 24th birthday on his newer May 25th birthday, he got a surprise dinner May 21st birthday.

My stunning tiny angel baby Kacy is staying with us this LA jaunt. We all sat around in a circle to watch her American Ninja Warrior wall climb. It was very cute and cool and I felt like I had the best show and tell guest ever.

All that being said, I’m running on fumes per usual, been drinking every single day for at least 9 days, and cried in the Vroman’s Bookstore parking lot today. As I mentioned, I left my goddamn Kindle on the plane like a fucking NEWB.

I also cried in a Target parking lot today, but because of the Prozac, it’s like, edge-crying. You’re so close to actually crying, and like, some tears fall, but it just doesn’t feel that complete.

But I guess that’s why I haven’t been to a mental hospital yet. Which I thought about a lot today, but figured I could instead have 2 martinis and a CBD joint that I smoked outside while my parents (mother will read this) asked where I was going.

Ttyl love you mean it!