Day 1335

"Oh, and you're going to have to give me money"


...and how are YOU dear?

Bitch actually has the tits to tell me that last night, for the $ IT gave Stoney while my id was being replaced. Bear in mind, I continued to give him lunch money.  Thursday I gave him $10, yesterday HE has the balls to ask for more, for $ HE borrowed during this same period!!!!! Imagine!!!!! Notes all over everything in the fridge "do not touch, do not take," one day when I arranged shit in the fridge, HE goes on a tear and moves around all my shit, and I'm supposed to be a bank??????????

Really?

Do your own taxes twat! Pay on the income from which you have no deductions removed!

Moral: I'm supposed to be a doormat/bank. Good. Who has a career?

Last night, GREAT venue, hangin' with my make believe friends catchin' the NRPS. Amazing time, amazing venue. Great night. Until I came in.

Bitch actually spoke, again (like clockwork, every fri/sat) blackmailing: "you need to give me money or.....divorce........" question: suppose we divorced: would It still show up @ my brothers for free dinners-as Its family is unknown/buried?

Hmmmm, what WOULD Jeeeeeesus do? Go teach bitch. Get me some palm.

Gives its son money (imagine?) and expects to get reimbursed??????????