My daddy needs surgery.
I could put into words the exasperation, worry, desperation, and terror I'm feeling at this news, but it's just a little too devastating than I really don't have the heart or emotional stability to talk about that I have no choice but to turn to humor as a coping mechanism. Thus, instead of diving into my feelings and all that shit, I'm going to leave a picture of boob scarves instead.
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