Well today is another crap fest that is my life. September 19th, This would have been my father's 79th birthday. God I miss him more each year. This is also my ex's 28th birthday and I am dreading the drunken text message or phone call that is inevitably coming from this miserable self centered people using bitch. This is also the formal memorial service for my great aunt. Just another lovely fucking day here in the desert. I need a sweet inked and pierced woman to drag me away from this vortex of despair.