Continued from yesterday…
Three and a half hours later and I almost feel human again.
I shouldn’t have to take time off of work so I can wash my hair, vacuum my floor, shower, and do laundry (two loads). But, that is what I’ve had to do.
Three and a half hours. You got to be fucking kidding me.
4:25pm 1/30/2018 I do not time to finish this in its entirety the way it should be written. Yesterday it took me a little more than 45 minutes to write Coffee and Breakfast. To me the writing, my writing is of the utmost importance with everything else following after. It has been backwards and the other way around for too long.
This is what I had written from yesterday it is not complete – these are notes I meant to expand on when I had the time.
He had pain all over his body.
He served.
Burn victim, but in a good place. He helps the world with his life.
CYP, I know the difference. It was meant in a joking, casual, pal to pal, in a teammate to teammate manner. Spraying someone’s underwear and soap so that their vaginal lips smack and slap together as they walk is sexual harassment. CYP, was and is not sexual harassment at the time.
Snowman – I loved the tire shot. Green, red, blue, and not in that order.
Zebra does not change its stripes, I said this at The Container Store – Amy Pohler line 4,1, caused me to bloat like a balloon when I used the philosophy lotion.
The best part about The Container Store – Think Outside The Box!
Toby Maguire – Thank you. Went out of his way to say thank you over and over at Home Depot. Was one of the nicest people to me which hadn’t happened for a long time. He went out of his way to be nice which I noticed.
Princeton blog – what?
My Nike shoes for David, the tire…
Your rules are all over the place, do not make sense, and contradict each other just so you can justify entering my house which you have no right to do. You don’t make sense b/c you can never enter my equation. I was born straight.
Crystal Skull, David. AMC movie, David sitting, brother outside, Pier One, Boyfriend shorts, peace sweatshirt, one-shoulder, flip-flops, casual-chic.
I am the only one speaking and writing the truth. Ugly bits and all.
Red-headed Tom who worked at MacDill meeting him at Brass tap – David Wolfe.
After the drive to the west coast all I wanted to do was write. The darkest days even with all the lights on and my cats. Not watch tv.
4:46pm.