"hi im ruth and im an alchohalic who chose her booze over her job and home and kids and life."
this is me at my finest hour. i am feeling the full spectrum of human emotion. the condom commercial with the fence makes me want to make balloons out of condoms. my empty coffee pot is screaming at me. use me use me (touch me, please me). oklahoma was memorable. my moms boyfriend had a mental breakdown, for serious. i remember most the conversations with family and people. i talked to my cousin once removed (grant), about his journies in africa and now in nebraska. i talked to a homeless lady named ruth about her family back in missouri. i talked to my great grandma about my recently deceased great grandpa. i talked to my uncle about sex and drugs. i talked to myself about my sanity and relationships. i had a most excellent journey through the middle of nowhere. now i just wish i had more to do. tommorow i want to build a sand castle. its forty degrees out and thunderstorming.
who wants to build a sand castle?
who wants to build a sand castle?