By The Prodigy.
“Wolf in sheep’s clothing”, “incarnate”, “whore”, and much more. Starbucks and about half an hour later, I’m faced with drama galore. My life is so utterly backwards it’s ridiculous. I made the drunken mistake of three drunken mistakes, one of which (thank friggin’ god) was 18 years of age, and he knew about all this. None of it mattered to him. But of course, family ties can tie you up and drag you around. Eventually, Immature Brat and I made up, as “dad” seemed the bigger enemy to her, so I guess I lucked out. I’m not sure. Whatever makes Bert happy though. I’m glad it’s done with. Now I just have to deal with Cunt-Faced, Soul-sucking Demon as it comes, but I’m fine with that.
I miss him and it’s official. Just 10 more days and I’m off to Anywhere Land with him again until we feel like coming down. Let’s hope the 13th brings good news and we can get things started on the right foot. I’m feeling overly-indulged at the moment as I’ve just finished stuffing myself full of homemade guac and chips, some ginger ale, and meal #2 before that… I guess I’ll be throwing in that extra cardio today. Uggggghhhhhh!!!!!
