going to portland, everything's gonna be bomb...

or so i keep telling myself.

dear sweet gawd on heaven and earth, let the third bit o' crap happen before i board the plane...

1) l's a single mom (for really real!) now, now that the ex is in jail for awhile for being a dumbass...

2) j's in the hospital with ... 3?!... aneurisms...

3) ?

either bad shit's gonna come in threes, or i'm gonna be the lucky rabbit's foot... holy crap and wtf???

teh internets goes away in a few hours... i'll write again when i'm in the forest...

wish us luck.