I’m bloggin thus shit. So I’m not happy. What do I do? Voice! What do I get? Panic. Text text. I answer….via text…..and am told I am non emotional. How is one emotional via text? So I call. We speak. I have to go because of things like SALARY and 911 emergency!! Rush home. Long drawn out boo hoo me. Then an angry departure. A few more text messages with more responses that I am cold hearted followed by het a sitter I’m out and taking one. (Not the special needs one, mind you). Serious talk. Gimme keys. Serious talk?! My friends don’t like you. You gonna pay for this that there here I am not watching cause I gotta see you. Never afford it. I’ve done this that never enough. Can I date? She’s going with me to TN next week.
Replaced. Just like that.
Off to bed! To bed I said! Why you sleeping there? Our sheets aren’t cold!
I want my money for the 4 year olds party, too.
Happy Birthday Audra.