On the fourth day of journal ho month…

So. My mother leaves junk in the front hallway. Dark colored junk in black trash bags. And then turns off the light.
So when I trip on it, damn near dislocate at least 3 joints, jam my right hand, and now my knee is twice the size it should be, its MY fault?
And i’m in trouble for “making so much noise and yelling” that i’m going to wake the kid? (who, mind you, is 30 feet away behind a closed door, and sleeps pretty damn soundly, usually.

So. My ex just tried to add me as a friend on facebook…

… for the 7th time in the last two years.

You’d think that being rejected the first 6 times would have been a hint.

Sheesh.

(clicks on reject)

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