Dead Girls Don’t Dance

With The Love Of My Life out of the house, it will be a lot easier to keep the bathroom clean. And the kitchen won’t get messy anymore, because I won’t have anybody to cook for. I only make a mess when I cook for other people.

I can clean the house really good, one time, and it will stay clean with nobody else eating or pooping. Or doing anything else. All I do is write a bit, and that’s not messy or stinky.

I won’t have to do anything but dust, once in a while.

I have always known I was destined to die alone; the time I had with Jason only gave me false hope.

I am now resigned to my fate.

So now I have to write. It’s all I have. It’s all I’ve ever had. It’s just too bad it took me this long to figure it out.

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There’s a crisis in my home; Mister J is threatening to leave. It’s partly because I’m manic-depressive and hard to live with, but that’s not why I want to gouge his eyes out with a broken mirror right now;  he’s been accusing me of cheating on him with every man I know.

This includes a few sweet little old codgers in the neighborhood who occasionally drop by to check on me because they were friends with my father.

That’s annoying, but it’s not the killin offense; he thinks I’m doing all my guy friends, and that’s most of my friends. I don’t have many female friends, and it annoys him that I’m not doing them; go figure. But MEN friends are different.

To be continued: I can’t think straight with Cannibal Corpse playing in the background.

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Alcohol isn’t good for you, unless you limit yourself to that half a glass of red wine that’s supposed to actually boost your heath.

What I’d like to see is a study of people who are stressed the fuck out and guzzling beer, whiskey and anything else they can get their paws on, opposed to a study of equally stressed individuals who don’t drink.

I betcha $20 the drunks live longer.

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