I'm going to update this dammit!
What a gong show. Wednesday night I got locked out of my own house. I was trying to be a good daughter and come home after sleeping with my new boy. But no. Someone locked me out. UNFAIR. So I slept there, and woke up there, and slept in his bed after he went to work. I even said 'have a good day baby'. It was marital. But at the same time I snuck home feeling 15. Phoned Ma. She knew I was out, she apologized when she realized what she had done. We decided that Dad doesn't need to know I was out. Just in case. Suddenly she's on our side, and James seems to be okay with that.
Garlic Stuffed Olives. Mmmmm.
Last night: Extravaganza. Today? Debacle.
We were the only two people in the Pat. And then we were the last two people in Osheas. And then we yelled the whole way home down Victoria Bridge. Maybe I do like that it is closed.
I brought home a brick.
Garlic Stuffed Olives. Mmmmm.
Last night: Extravaganza. Today? Debacle.
We were the only two people in the Pat. And then we were the last two people in Osheas. And then we yelled the whole way home down Victoria Bridge. Maybe I do like that it is closed.
I brought home a brick.