Birthday Blues...
Friday was good. I had a great time with friends...
Saturday was alright. Didn't go to the strip club. I was too tired and sore from the night before. Ended up eating at Ryan's with Chad.
Sunday was cool. I spent Easter with Bobby and his family at a park in Central. Took a nap on my brother's sofa, and went grocery shopping.
Monday was even worse. Chad's grandfather died, so of course plans got cancelled. Bill came over with and had the nerve to bring the bitch he's having an affair with.
This morning I had physical therapy. I walked 1/4 mile on the treadmill in 8 minutes :) 2 flights of stairs and a lot of leg exercises.
Ellis is supposed to move in with me this week. Most people I know don't like him but I'm okay with that. He has been my friend for many years now and I don't have a problem with him. Sure, we've slept together (a lot) but he is not the kind of guy I would ever have a relationship with. He's wonderful in bed, so that's always fun.
Bill is supposed to come back by after he gets off work. He's going to get some of my laundry and take me to go get crawfish for supper. He has to wash the sheets in my spare bedroom since he and his bitch did the nasty on them last night.
Today is my dad's 17th deathiversary. Whoever said that it gets easier with time lied. The only thing that gets easier is masking how you really feel.
Saturday was alright. Didn't go to the strip club. I was too tired and sore from the night before. Ended up eating at Ryan's with Chad.
Sunday was cool. I spent Easter with Bobby and his family at a park in Central. Took a nap on my brother's sofa, and went grocery shopping.
Monday was even worse. Chad's grandfather died, so of course plans got cancelled. Bill came over with and had the nerve to bring the bitch he's having an affair with.
This morning I had physical therapy. I walked 1/4 mile on the treadmill in 8 minutes :) 2 flights of stairs and a lot of leg exercises.
Ellis is supposed to move in with me this week. Most people I know don't like him but I'm okay with that. He has been my friend for many years now and I don't have a problem with him. Sure, we've slept together (a lot) but he is not the kind of guy I would ever have a relationship with. He's wonderful in bed, so that's always fun.
Bill is supposed to come back by after he gets off work. He's going to get some of my laundry and take me to go get crawfish for supper. He has to wash the sheets in my spare bedroom since he and his bitch did the nasty on them last night.
Today is my dad's 17th deathiversary. Whoever said that it gets easier with time lied. The only thing that gets easier is masking how you really feel.