☆ search for reasons, there's no answer, this you'll live with 'til the day you die.
There are days that I really miss my hometown. And then something happens in my hometown that I hear about via the grapevine and I remember why I'm really glad that I left my fucking hometown. If I ever find out who started the rumor about my father that I just heard, when I get back home for my visit, someone's head will fucking roll. Serious-God-Damn-ly. Of all the fucking things someone could say about a man like him? It's like I said, it's times like these that make me glad I got the fuck away from home. If it's who I think it is that began this rumor, s/he's dead when I get back home. Fucking. Dead.
On a lighter note, though, at least the bathroom is coming along nicely. Jeremy is repainting it and it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. All that's left is the trim/edging to be done and it will be complete. Aside that, I really don't have any news to report.
On a lighter note, though, at least the bathroom is coming along nicely. Jeremy is repainting it and it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself. All that's left is the trim/edging to be done and it will be complete. Aside that, I really don't have any news to report.