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I dip in the ketchup unless circumstances make that too goofy. Like I had hot dogs in my lunch at work yesterday but I pre-set-up the buns with mustard and ketchup.

I guess I could have brought the bottle of ketchup and a plate and puddled but naw.
 

I have a heated road trip tomorrow, boys.

It'll be alright.

Just have to take care of something.

I'll just tell him to keep talking as I get my stolen shit back, then I'll leave. But I guess it has to actually be me this time.

And yeah sorry about no warning. But no, I'm not at all.

If it actually has to be me.


Sorry about the loop.

Douche wants to go for a walk?

That works.

Talk more.

I love it.
 
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I am getting those guitars today. Call the po po on me? You just called them on yourself, you fucking thief. I'm always clean idiot nah nah nah nah boo boo.

This should be a fun ride boys. Let's see what happens.

He fucks around I'll come at him he fucks around more my boys will come at him.

Oh, no.

The guitars return. Now.

 
I'd have sweetie do my hair right now and lift but boys the play here is looking as helpless as possible and of course I'm dry. Do you feel sorry for me? Got my guitars? No I don't want to stay idiot. Meanwhile I'm on veggies and a protein bar but yes I'll look gangly for this.

the countdown begins.

We come back then back to the strip so my babies can lift me up.

Life - it happens.

Dry and ending this "issue" - what a waste of energy and time and money. Idiot - you play with the big boys they play back harder.

It's not easy boys.

But last I checked - no one ever said it would be.

Guitars soon.
 
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Good for you! I'm jealous. Still in the 605, not working except on the house. Trying to decide if it's healthy for me to stay here, and what I want to be when I grow up. Constant state of existential crisis, the usual.


What's your biznessess?
 
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