fucking purses
did i mention that my purse has been stolen again!!! this is now a purse every six months. the 12th is approaching. please get divorced honey. how awful is that? i hate getting caught up on technicalities, but i can't help it if my heart hurts. i'm having to move out and i have nowhere to go but my mothers. fuck. this is gonna suck real bad till i get an apartment. and no apartment till i start waiting tables, and no waiting tables till i take my fucking menu test! aaah. and i want my tattoo. starry star stars! rainbow brite+gem+my ass= fucking cool. god i'm a loser. chuck (bobby's dad) invited me to move down there bobby nearly shit a brick, but i wouldn't have done it anyway. oh well gotta go supposed to be in gadsden. by the way stevie thank you for the other night, it was great!