I feel some level of pressure to write. I have an audience. I should say something, right? Not feeling up to it but let see what comes out, shall we…
I have a new alcoholic lawyer whose name starts with D. This can’t end badly, eh? No possible way.
I have a few men circling. I still have {MC} doing his online creeping my profile thing. I told him to stop and he hasn’t. We now have two suspects if someone kills me and the other is 3000 miles away in Vermont.
I got court notifications on Friday. 10/8 status conference v AGO and 10/10 status conference v {D} (who I am surprised never gave me VD, but according to her husband it appears he did give his girlfriend my HPV. Get that Pap smear every 6 months {A} because cervical cancer is a bitch).
So other than that I’ve been napping. Not sure what’s going on with the new {D2}. He seems like a nice enough guy for an angry drunken former boxer… I have a type, apparently.At least he was a good boxer. Won a couple national titles while he was at the academy. He only texts me when he is drunk. So, not going far with this one. But that was my weekend. Red flags galore.
Nothing doing. Sorry I’m not more entertaining today. Bad dates and bad love and too many men named D. That was my weekend.
Bad sex
Buy me a train wreck
Something for my troubled mind
Bad luck
Bitters and soda
Anguish and shame
The modern fool
Bad love
Kiss me, I'm loaded
Something for my troubled mind
Drop out
Drop-dead hideous
How low is this brutal love?
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