Well, today I wasn’t reading my Day Job schedule, so no news is good news… There are other things I could read. “Destroyed” By Pepper Winters is all about grief. And when did I last get a “pet loss” book? MAGA fears books. Me? “B With Grief, Virgil”
Friday, June 5, 2026
Journey 339 ~B With Grief, Virgil~
Hey Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Write one. Recount one. Hell, effing steal one! Effing Magic Glasses! I’m better off watching TV.
Regular TV, with ads. How many streaming services am I paying for? How much longer?
Is that what’s grieving me this morning? How I wish I could say it was B III. Let It Be.
And make no mistake, my lady. Braxton is always there. The day he died, then the day I was born. I swear Braxton’s death slightly edges out my existence, but E-Day is getting closer, my lady. Why can’t I just be with my boy already? Honestly, let’s sing it, Sophia…
“Could It Be I’m Falling in Love”? M Anime? I’m not ready to tell her that yet. But we were talking about getting old and such. I told her about getting sloppy drunk on E-Day.
“King of Wishful Thinking,” remember?
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
It’s rare to meet a woman that will entertain the idea of a ‘HateF*ck,’ but rarer still to meet a woman that accepts the hardest word in the English lexicon for a woman. It’s the word ACCOUNTABILITY. It’s one of those things that’s never advertised. Grief, rage, oh B yes.
There’s a reason she’s B III and 2-V’s potential stepmom. But today’s no fairytale, Sophia.
No, the story that got me moving today is completely fictional. Me and (redacted) mom…
And no, I don’t mean Special K or Milf DOS. Kink unlocked? Let’s say I have a thing for name-brand chicks. I’ve seen M Anime in uniform… Yabbos on display. I can name dozens of women, companies, “companions,” and cash flow. But (redacted) mom? Really
Today I’m lying in bed thinking about why I haven’t gotten my Day Job schedule.
Honestly, like the effing Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, it just popped in there—an idea.
“I don’t look for trouble, but trouble looks for me. Hey hey!” Again, grief, rage, and fear!
These things don’t have to advertise. I’m broke, and I’m still buying. My love for my boys and the way I tell their potential stepmom “I really, really, really, really, really, really like you…” What kind of teenage girl am I, with Neon Jungle and now Carly Rae Jepsen as well? But the point is, I don’t know why I haven’t gotten my schedule, but worst case, yep.
Always and forever! Love and Happiness? B With Grief, Virgil
1951 Days Without B III, Day 1392 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
