In which people are people, and we take the time we need.
Last night I worked until seven because J. breezed in at six and it turned out I’d entered some claims wrong and I needed to fix it. Then Bread called and I went over to see him at BoSe’s house.
He’d gotten paid and so gave me a little cash — YAY! — and I took Miss Bindu. Walked over to AmmZon’s and promptly stuck the blue dog right into the tub and washed her. AmmZon then walked up the street and came back fifteen minutes later with Frontline for her cat and my dog, and we poisoned ’em. Then we bopped over to Taco Bell for some drive-thru which we enjoyed on the living room floor.
I also did laundry and watched three episodes of That 70’s Show. All in all, an okay evening.
Bread doesn’t hate me, and I get to take more than a week to get out of there. He’s just bummed, as am I, and Lord knows I never say anything stupid when I’m mad at someone.
Long and short of it is we’re working through it.
In other news, staying on 2nd street rocks. You can get anything you want on 2nd street. Smokes, whiskey, Frontline, a social life, you name it. It’s awesome.
OK, just came by to catch up. You have had an insane few days. I am thinking of you and hope you take care of yourself and do what you need to do for you.
I’ve just come by and caught up, too. It sounds tough and I really feel for you. I think it’s so much harder to break up when it’s simply because you are both who you are; rather than because one of you IS behaving like a monster. Empathising.
Being close to a regular source of frontline must *really* make up for all the shit, though.
Ugh. I hope that didn’t sound really insensitive rather than an attempt at dark humour … :/.
Email me.. Ill give GIVE you a fiber fix..
if nothing else, you’ll have something to play with.
2nd street? Wow, you mustnt be that far from me