Ninja Chipmunk of DOOM!

I must be pissed drunk

Despite only having had two sips of wine at dinner.

I mean, how else do I explain why I am now attempting to write a Beckett-ian play about the day my ex-husband told me that 1. he did not apreciate me giving up my life to move overseas with him and he didn’t have to because I did not have a life to give up in the first place. And 2. I was never and will never be his best friend. Ever.

Oh and better yet. In this play? He’s a tree. And its symbolic.

Yep, pissed f**king drunk while sober. This can’t get any better.