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| Wed, 05-12-2010 - 1:31pm |
... I'm not ready to be anything but a tweener, if that.
I sometimes feel sooooo overwhelmed with crazy ass, wanting-to-punch-your-f*cking-face-in anger and frustration that I actually weigh the option of getting arrested for assault or other various sundry misdemeanors involving violence or property damage.
Xap, that sonofbitch, just sent me the diamond earring I lost in his studio last summer. with, get this.... a happy birthday note. Yeah, right? My birthday is Sunday (thanking you in advance for your gifts and cards), and the best gift I could get is if he'd just fall off the face of the fn planet.
If my dead Daddy hadn't given me those earrings, I'd throw the damn thing in the trash. It's tainted now! I have to burn some sage over it or somesuch other voodoo to get the stink off of it.
ARRRRRRG.
Dee
(PS - there are so many more pressing problems on this board to address; don't even bother to respond. I'm just venting.)
xoxoxoxoxoxo
