Local white trash soap opera found me again; thought I was well-hidden enough this time. My daughter's soon-to-be ex step grandmother called here a few minutes ago, claiming that I made some sort of visitation arrangment with her. Not fucking likely; I'd sooner hire Michael Jackson to supervise a Boy Scout Jamboree. I wasn't here, so I got this all second-hand...she mentioned calling Raven's mom (in order to attempt her usually successful strong arming) but I think I beat her to it. Fortunately, my dad has offered his services as an intimidator; he's much scarier than her, and I have the childhood to prove it. I should feel better now, but I don't. I'm tired. My feel has been plagued by white trash monsters that seem to keep creeping into my life despite my best efforts, creeping in like cancer.
I don't have a lot of time to get out of here...another couple years and this place will have finished me...die inside, and then the rest rots away.
I don't have a lot of time to get out of here...another couple years and this place will have finished me...die inside, and then the rest rots away.
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niobe:
It's a big lump of something.
niobe:
Like I said it looks really good on the box. I know it has milk and eggs in it. It isn't vegan.
