Apparently, I’m a whore.
There’s a crisis in my home; the Light of My Existence 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;Â 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.