day 491

one year ago

It was in hospital, stem cell. One year ago, It was discharged to spend recovery time @ my brothers (instead of home-easier to play victim/patient). Now, since Thanksgiving, It's been m.i.a. Dunno where It's been, don't give a fuck. Glad It's outta the house. One small prob...what's that word...PARENTING????? Again, missing in action parent strikes. Bitch really has brass balls. Disappear whenever you want, not a word re: where and when. But all It's friends/groupies think I'M fucked up?

GREAT morning for a run. 36 degs, knit cap, gloves, long sleeves, windpants. Wonderful!!!

Feel HORRIBLE Stoney is left to fend for himself, but @ 15, he can take care of himself, knowing I'm a hop and a skip. Even told the spoiled lil' fucker he had a lift if he wanted/needed it, just say when. He needs to know he isn't alone.


***And THAT'S what slays me. Do the bitches friends EVER acknowledge that I work for a living, then get to play single fucking parent??? OR, care for a dog I didn't want??? Of course not, I'm Satan.