Randy has been making memes about a conspiracy goat. Sometimes, they are funny. They’re usually weird. Just a little glimpse into the madness in my husband’s head. I am glad his madness and my madness get along.
This isn’t about goats, though. I hope you aren’t disappointed. I do have other blog posts about goats if you’d rather read them.
This is about malignant narcissists and the utterly absurd lies they tell. We’ll get back to goats in a few minutes.
Okay, suppose you are in a relationship with someone and it’s a good relationship. When you experience something enjoyable, your first thought is “I want to share this with them.”
That scenario works out poorly for Randy when it comes to him offering me a taste of something he enjoys.
We’ve been together for over 22 years and both really believe we “get” the other person. Then, we find out we’re still making new discoveries.
So, technically, “boundaried” isn’t a word. I had the whole bound and gagged thing going so we are all going to have to agree that “boundaried” is now a word. Someone call Merriam Webster and let them know. Unless they’re too busy trolling 45 on Twitter.
I love that the dictionary hangs shit on the president. The fucking dictionary. You have to be some kind of loser, dipshit, moron to get the dictionary mad at you.