maleficentmoi

I admit it. I'm not very good at relationships, man. I'm not the abusive kind. Nor the neglectful kind. I'm the kind that needs encouragement. Not constant encouragement, no. Just, like, something here or there. My ex-wife is to blame for this. I got my heart absolutely trounced, shit,spit, and lit on by a heartless woman and the man I am now pays for it. So, when I go a long time without hearing from my woman, well, the ol' 'magination factory kicks in high gear. Ghosts, like, suck, man. I hate 'em. Bad. But, still, there's a legitimacy in my gripe. However, I'll be bigger than that mutherfucker. Fuck you, gripe. Go pound, like, sand.