interesting day.
well, i wasn't so upset about hauling a moving van, to get smokes, through the smokey, mountains. i wasn't too bummed, when i couldn't grab food, for my home.
i
was
disappointed
when the furniture load... lost me a day n kept me from getting r.o., for my ♡ and those i care about...
so... to the club, we went (g, too)... enroute, welcoming, a new pup...
i mentioned, id had occasion, to run into, volatile, xxx... may not have used, adjectives, but I'm just painting a pic.
those who use peeps n smoke... well... think they like us? think they wanna b bff's? no, thank u. i won't miss em... however, envy... dangerous thing n the hands of an angry, human.
so... as one might imagine... knowing, we'd had nothing, but enjoyable, for her, conversations about material, things...
sc-
hey, mamma!, great to c you! thank u so much, for helping our friend, this wknd.
-xxx
please,
I'd prefer if you never spoke to me, again
-sc
o...ok...
sometimes, one must play a part... and keep pretenses up... and exhude, utter, disappointment... imma passable, actor... or not, but i did the classy, thing... whilst others, rushed across barroom floors... to whisper, poison; I'm human, too... so... whatever. obviously, i feel a deep... sense of loss and remorse.
now, for suicidal tendencies:
she/he, believes in ummm... empaths... let us exploit the strength of hoogabooga, superstition and faith...
-baby, it's too emotional, to b around you... for ME. i am sorry, i can b of no help to u... thank u so much, for yesterday...
-he/she
are you ready to drop off my stuff
realize... i have been responsible, for her whatever, for two days... i volunteered, for nothing... it was dumped in my lap... after waiting 5hrs after close, at a club, twice... awaiting her, "I'll b back"... and, "my dad... and i... r coming".
now, as y'all know... or did i...
last night, the person who's stuff, she was slingin... wanted to c what was left. ever seen hoarders? live? me, too... when they rifle through stuff they refuse to toss... don't get me wrong... it's cool stuffs... original apple peeler, original, brand... but i loves me- contemporary; not- antique... oddly, enough.
i have no doubt, besides hemlock... the poison will b said to contain- theiving, riffling... etc... somehow, the gifts i gave... i will b the devil.
i will not dignify, any of the bullshyt. i am who i am and if u walk through life, with prejudicial, blinders... ur gonna believe whatever, anyway; I'm glad to not know em, honestly.
those who know me/us... will shut em down and if they don't- it's because they know- doesn't matter.
this woman (the xxx), is just as impotent, today, to me, as she was, yesterday. the artist, author... struggled, yesterday and unfortunately, will continue to do so. if y'all need satisfaction- there ya go.
those who don't- yeah, it's a shame they'll never appreciate, who stands before, after and around them. shame. good hearts... just need watering.
i
am
human
2
we left... had a blast. met some really, interesting, great, peeps!
shook hands with, drank with, spoke to .. an international, billiards, champion... and he... knows my g's, name!!!; and consequently, mine.
met a beautiful, welder and hiz lovely, sapphire, adorned, wife... told us about themselves and their historical, rings...
met, doc holiday, playa, extraordinaire... spent his entire life, studying on how to make women (insatiable, flirt/cowboy) n EVERYONE else, smile...; as a dentist. VERY COOL... and ladies... dances, the 2step!... with every, semi-available, lady n the house.
amelia Earhart, mrs Michelle, my bell... all the fancy, pool playas... it was a tournament, of champions... and i winked, at a familiar, teacher... as i "missed", my last ball... the other pros... were losing, by 7 balls... unfortunately... i lost, both opportunities (wink)... the second game, though... he beat me, by 3... fair n square... i know he knows...
12 game, streak... i prefer, happy endings, as a die hard, romantic... to have ruined his streak... well... I'm writing thiz, tale.
true story