Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Sweet
I'm moving in with Judi tomorrow (Here she is again):
To an amazing block of flats named the Four Seasons. My gawd it will be fantastic. Private parking. A gym and a swimming pool. Free hookers. Well, not the free hookers but the world isn't perfect. Forget about the hookers. All my boxes are packed. Now I must infer with my roomate and get my mother loving deposit back.
To an amazing block of flats named the Four Seasons. My gawd it will be fantastic. Private parking. A gym and a swimming pool. Free hookers. Well, not the free hookers but the world isn't perfect. Forget about the hookers. All my boxes are packed. Now I must infer with my roomate and get my mother loving deposit back.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Anger
I always identified with the Hulk. Constant rage, bottled up in case the beast is released. Everyday I bury it deeper and deeper, each irritation is another piece of sand in the bottle of pain and... other crap. Asthma pump. Much better. Judi is far away and I will only see her on Friday again. It could have been worse, she could have been gone forever. At least Friday, my angel will return. In the meanwhile, I must store the madness and never release it, least I hurt someone.
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