ferfachu5000

went to the beach with him. it was very therapeutic. i wish he was there with me though, instead of being there to show her. its a very confusing relation we have, him and her, him and i, or maybe just him and her and then me over in the corner for sometimes time. oh well, what can i do but enjoy what little ounces i can squeeze out of our time together. she is better, 100 times around better, i know, for him.

i couldn't bring myself to throw out my mom's ashes. i kept thinking it would get into my nails, and then in my mouth when i ate lunch, or in my eye, or what if it got into my mouth and my mom possessed me, or what if she didn't like that beach and became an angry ghost.


i have to stop drinking at work...
or
maybe i should drink more.