I Was a Good Fuck

Why is it that every time I start to think we could possibly be friends, you do or say something that completely disgusts me? I was seriously starting to feel like that whorebag cunt, Helen Hunt character in that Lifetime movie. You know, the one that knows the piece of shit is no good for her but cannot learn to say no or separate herself from him. At least it didn't take me a miscarriage and losing the one person that cares for me most to come to my senses. Lucky me, right?


Laiah visited me for a few days. It was much needed. I didn't realize how much I missed her until I had her here in front of me knowing she would eventually have to leave again. Ughhhhhh. As an upside, her and Miguel are moving here in a few months if all goes according to plan. Wooo! I seriously love both of those kids. Plus, I have to admit, I'm really not ready to head back to Chicago. And I think it'll be quite some time before I am. I find that as a whole, there are a lot less fake people here...or at least, the ones that are happen to be extremely easy to center out.

Oh, I've realized that I really, really miss talking to Lando. And, I wish Christopher didn't sound like such a hardass or so full of hate all the time. I still think you're wonderful, sir.

Anywho, I'm off to bed. I'm super sickly. Someone brought their Chicago germies to me, haha.