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Oct 06, 2005 17:30

I wouldn't be entirely suprised if I just saw Laura for the last time.

I still had a little bit of her shit I moved with me to my new place. She finally got around to picking it up today, all the time asking me if this or that was hers, as well. She was going to stay for a couple of hours, but she didn't even break the one hour barrier, saying she had to go meet her dumb fucking slag cunt manager (my words, not hers) at the races, to watch her redneck husband hopefully die in a wreck (again, my words). Bear in mind, this is the bitch she had been staying with up until last night, and she's already making sure she has plans with her through the weekend.

Last night, she told me how much she was enjoying her freedom. I guess I'm going to take that as "Eric, go ahead and fuck someone else, because I sure will be." That's fine, because I'm not going to be calling her anymore. She has her shit, I paid my half of the bills, the first teddy bear I gave her was laying in her trunk under a bunch of other crap. I'm pretty sure there's nothing left here. She can call me, because I'm done feeling like shit.

Now, I'm going to buy some Taco Bell, a tin of Skoal Apple, a 12-pack of something, and have my first relaxed night in about a month.

NP: Zakk Wylde "Too Numb To Cry"
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