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Giddammit! 
Didn’t I have one of these? 
A new writing. A new outpouring. A new “here’s what part of myself I’m willing to give you today.” 

So my frustration is over highly mundane shit. Why the fuck wasn’t it Randy? Shoulda been Randy. 

But it’s not about that. That’s the distraction. That’s the brain sugar that draws me away from all the OTHER things that occupy space in me. That I don’t want to occupy space in me. 

My work doesn’t pay enough, my car is broken, I’m lucky AS HELL that I have a husband with a good salary because if I was on my own I’d be destitute by now. And just for some minor “transgressions.”

I don’t have the job that “makes” money. I don’t have a reliable vehicle. This world would leave me alone to die if I lacked a partner to support me. 

You can “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” forever, but if the world looks down on that labor you will never rise.