8:34 pm
They have the coolest cuckoo clock on the mantle at Father Conroy’s I saw when I went there about the flowers for the quarantore and when I went to talk to him about the candles it was chiming which was cool. He’s so nice. He has the most beautiful hands and he is so kind and good. You can tell he is holy just by being around him and he is the best for confession because that one time I told him about that thing that happened you know when girls start you know, God this is so embarrassing. I wish to God that I could talk to you in person face to face because it is still so confusing. I’m sorry if a little of this gets too embarrassing for you but anyway I told him about the first time I got my period (oh God tmi tmi tmi!) and he was so cool about it and said it wasn’t a sin and that it came from nature and is god’s will for women and all that. He is so kind and beautiful. He could be in that pretty priest’s calendar the vatican puts out for world youth day. I could I could I could knit him something maybe or or maybe get him a clock to go with the cuckoo clock he already has. No that’s stupid. What do you give a priest? I could become a nun and wear a clean white robe and he can come to the convent and pray for me and we could light candles together and he could look into my eyes and then and then bless me and kiss my rosary and he’ll be so holy and kind and beautiful and I would be too and we’d be just like at peace with everything and with each other, you know? It would be so cool.
You’re reading me. Oh my God I feel you. Wow. Are you shitting me? I can’t believe this shit I see you. Holy freaking shit. Ok. Ok. I’m cool be cool. Um. yeah. Now this is real. I’m real. I thought about this. I was just thinking about this. No way dude. I wanted you to read me and here you are. Wow. This shit will knock you into the middle of next week. So. Right before I thought about what it would be like when you read about my dad dying and think about me how sad, I had an argument with myself. The me on the left was thinking about how damn glad I am to be the hell out of there. I can’t take any more crying, mostly without tears. Uncle Barney leaping in to take care of everything, sending me off with five bucks for pork steaks and wanting change back. Wow. I snuck some of that sherry from Tunney’s which was super gross, give me a minute. I’m still blown away. Anyway. Then the other me on the right, my left when I’m looking at you was thinking about the fight. Cinco de Mayo, I missed it. Floyd Mayweather Jr and Miguel Cotto. Mayweather is the best in the world. He’s got the brains for it even after getting head butted by Victor Ortiz. Accurate. Best technical fighter. Brutal too, going to jail for beating up his girlfriend. But they want him to fight Cotto first. Money talks then he walks. Mayweather wants it, but Cotto wants it more. He’s a bleeder, so he puts on a good show, and he’s hot for it. He had a point to prove against Margarito’s plaster hand wraps and he’s back baby. And he’s at peace and peaceful is more dangerous than angry in a fight. I should know. Dad was perfectly calm when he belted me over that picture of naked