I get so lost sitting over here in this big empty house. So full of memories. I’ve caught myself twice making my way to the living room to plop down on the ever present sofas that were there my entire life. All that’s left is me, a few things left to haul out and cleaning supplies. Oh and mom’s cabinet where she hid the divorce documents. It’s hard to stay focused and not dwell on when I still enjoyed this house. Or to go to the cabinet and rifle through an read the documents.
- Me: you're going to be late baby
- Drew: it's okay. I have a piano.
All night I was elbowed in the face, rolled on top of, or jumped on by cats with claws. Each of these things happening 3 or more times. Sleep did not greet me.
Drew’s in Dudley working on the store/apartment. I can’t wait for this. Life has finally started going in a good direction for both of us. Already been planning some of the apartment out.
The thing some people know about seems to be a go. So hallelujah, Drew will hopefully get a break. I’ve got a job right now so yay extra income. Once we move I will crank up my etsy, and get some of my vintage knick knacks out there for other people to have. *excite*
So much in the future I can hardly wait.
I feel like some people use Jesus to be really cocky.
“I love the way that Jesus made me”. Or “Way to go, Jesus. I look goooood today.”
Come. The fuck. On.
That’s what she said…. >_>