But you DIDN"T....
each and every time....
My experiences end up seeming so superficial, like I had a cup of coffee with insert thought /subject/story/ rant and I will remain mentally and expressively constipated until I die.
I could break it down in to a a chapter I had of EACH BOOK.
Sound appealing?
OR I feel 100 percent present and inspired about a topic, and cannot get my thoughts down on paper because I am driving.
Always, when I am driving..... WHY!????
Especially if I happen to catch the moth on npr.....
REALLY pisses me off.
I cannot believe I am staring at my loveseat up against the wall with all of the this clutter STILL mid paint job in my apartment. I am stuck with a capital S. I cannot move my couch to the barn alone and I am not going to ask bitchboy again. The last time he was here instead of simply helping me get them to the barn , I heard, " You NEVER should have gotten this crap" Ok.. these belonged to my sponsee ( google spell checker does not like this word) that DIED. What an insensitive little shit as if I belong on HOARDERS. The nerve, I am on the wrong side of 35 and have my entire life's possessions in this 2 room including 'kitchen' apartment.
I am sick , and after having a reprieve for about 5 months I am sure it was the mold and it is back.
My head hurts like a cocaine xtc hangover with mixed sulfite's.
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