killer queen

Superb! 

Is there any reason?

Not a fan of surprises?

It’s not that. Ed’s is named after my late husband and by it opening on my birthday, it’s giving Ed and I one more thing to share, even after his death. it means a lot and as such it’s a little hard to process the emotions involved. It also gives Conall, who shares a birthday with me, that connection to his father, given he has no solid memories of him.

Damn, I’ll have to see if I can ask her, or maybe get her wife to ask her, cute little thing that she is. Family based and you still think it’d be the last straw with mommy dearest? I’m afraid I can’t fix your anxiety, if I could it’d make my job a fuck tonne easier but sadly, this is something you’ve gotta come to terms with cos I cannot and will not force you, but know that when you do come to terms with it, I’ll make sure you end up in my chair and not one of my other guys at the shop. 

Yeah, if you can embarrass her, she gets cuter, turns as red as the candy canes she consumes on a regular basis. Mammy has a thing for being overly critical. Yeah, I’m working on the anxiety, as a whole, it’s just got a lot of layers. Thanks, I’ve got about half an idea, but think I’ll see how I’m feeling about it after my birthday.

I bet it is. You guys are lucky to have that. 

I officially fucking love your sister and need to know where she got those from cos I have a need. Caesar and Brutus…fucking brilliant. Ok, so let me get this straight. Rosy met a chick, fucked her, married her within all of the equivalent of three seconds in the grand scheme of things, then they bring another person into their relationship which your mom seems real chill about and you’re still stressing over a tattoo? What the fuck is it that you want inked that would be so bad? Cos if it’s some satanic shit, Imma bounce your ass elsewhere. 

Yeah, we are.

I have absolutely no idea. I was born on the Ides of March, it was only appropriate. You would be correct. I don’t even know, and it’d be family based, but once again, I direct you to my anxiety and it’s ability to make even the most ridiculous of ideas sound rather likely to happen.

Guess who’s decided to open her books again? That’s right, Maya Winters is back in business with very limited spaces. If anyone is looking for a personal trainer drop me a message but do it quick before some of my old clients who are with new trainers find out because I’ve heard a few would gladly come back. 

So if you’re after those buns of steel or just want a helping hand with getting fit, I’ve got four spaces open. I will only be training within the city, sorry guys, no more travelling for me, I plan on spending the next few months making the most with Eli before he starts school. I’m more than willing to offer a little guidance with dietary needs, what foods are good for you, which ones aren’t, what guilty pleasures you should still allow yourself, etc. but I will no longer be offering meal planning as part of my services, that said, I do have a colleague who is more than happy to help with any meal plans should you want them. 

That’s awesome to hear, Maya. It seems the good things just keep coming for everyone.

Cassie: Deal. Meet me on the couch?

Fuck, that’s brilliant! I’d have got a kick outta that too, hell, I want to see that happen now just purely for shits and giggles. You guys sound real tight, must be nice knowing you’ve got someone that’s always got your back. 

Squirrels with swords? I suddenly have a new found need in my life! I’ll be nice and set ‘em up at home and not in the shop, would be no good if you were shitting it cos of those in the cabinet while I’m trying to ink you. Seriously, I don’t think you can go further than being in a poly. I think your sister has covered your ass for pretty much everything for the rest of ever given your mom is devout Irish Catholic, which, by the way, how the fuck does that work when her kids are clearly as straight as I am? 

It’s always fun. Oh yeah, for sure.

My sister got me these, last year for my birthday. They live in my home office. They’re named Caesar and Brutus. They’ve done little for the actual fear, but at least I laugh every time I see them. Mammy cares about our happiness, always has. Think she was, ultimately, just happy I found someone else to settle down with and that Rosy finally did. I think after Rosy and Colly met, fucked, and got married in the space of... I think it was like 3 months, a third person was just met with “what’s one more?”

Cassie: Thank you. I love you.

Cassie: Do you have a stress ball I can use while you play with my hair? I just need to not feel/be alone (in other words, I need you) and something to take my feelings out on that isn’t me.

Cassie: Oh, Sweeney got his own shit on his crest and wandered off. I think he’s in the kitchen, but I can’t go there right now. If you happen to see him...

Magda: Always, love. I love you.

Magda: Uh... in the sense that I can tell you where to find it but I cannot actively get it for you without bad things, yes.

Rosy: Ok, the offer is there if you need it.

Rosy: Do you want Conall to come stay with us tonight?

Cassie: Okay. I understand. I wanna be with you too, but I can't do anything except be there. I don't have the right words and I can't take care of you. I'm so tired, Magda. I'm barely keeping myself together.

Cassie: I'm not blaming you, but it's like everybody forgets I haven't even been sober for a year. I binged and purged via exercise 4 months ago. I'm not strong enough to handle everything on my own yet.

Cassie: Sorry, I'm an asshole, I made it about me.

Magda: Darling, all I want is you, in my lap, letting me play with your hair. That's it.

Magda: Do not apologise, darling. You have every right to feel stressed out and it's not your job to take care of everyone else.

Magda: I told you not because I want you to fix it but because you were owed an explanation. An explanation you deserved BEFORE I isolated, it just all happened too fast for me to give that to you.

Rosy: Ah...

Rosy: Is there anything I can do for you?

Rosy: Care to vague that up for me?

Rosy: Mags, talk to me. I'm worried about you.

Magda: No.

Cassie: Oh

Cassie: I don't know, I'm not good right now

Magda: You don't have to be good, darling. We can be not good together, if we need to. I just don't like how loud my brain is right now and being with you helps that.

Rosy: Ok, I've been quiet and kept my nose out but that's over. What's going on with you, Mags?