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“Sorry”

I guess u know u “ hurt my feelings”. If I seen you now I would simply say “go fuck yourself” I move forward on the “gun walk” now. So you better “row your boat” away from me because “yoe” now “I trust nobody”. And I “ain’t about that” life anymore anyhow!

Now you have “a long way to go” for “redemption”. “Ask me stay” “I dare you” your “lying eyes” give you away. My how the mighty have “fallen”. You say that you “ would walk the line”. But I know you “better than that” you got that “cat scratch fever” and your looking for nothing but a “good time” with the only woman who ever make it “ hurt so good”. Sounds gteat on paper till I remember your a “monster” and I “run” I “run away” “fast as you” did to a woman who “ain’t woman enough” to hold my “beer”.

It’s okay baby cause I always “find my way” I “had too” to “survive” “my broken heart”.

Now I sing “itsy bitsy spider” to the one you failed to “create”. Must be a “shot through the heart” knowing you failed as a “man” and another “took you place” and “abra cadabra” I’m “over you”

Now I sing about my “ex’s and ohs. Now i sing “because I’m happy”. I sing because “I’m free”. I sing because of the “slow hand”. That loves getting “closer” to me. I sing when my “little one” “puts his little foot” on top of “mine”. “Baby” I can sing again.

I guess I wanna “thank you” for setting your standards “low”. If I ever “see you again”. I wanna “thank you”. For letting me go! Now I would have “one hand in pocket” throwing you the “Byrd” I realease you to the “demons” to walk on “ the wrong side of heaven” I finally forgive you but mostly now I forgive myself.

“PEACE”

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What does the future hold?

Every blog I write starts out with a song. Tonight, I don't have a song in mind. I've been doing some serious thinking since the last time I posted on this blog. A lot has happened since then, and I've come to a realization. This blog was about how to over come a messy divorce with Ryan Stinkins and his evil succubus kid. I think I have it figured out and thought I would add some insight to the poor souls who have been done like me. I have asked God several times why he would allow what happened to me to be so bad. I have found the answer. What Ryan Stinkins and his succubus spawn did to me had to be as bad as it was because if it wouldn't have been that bad, I would have never left. I loved them to much. They had to break me into a million pieces for me to go forward and find my destiny. If they would not have destroyed me I would have never found Ronnie and therefore never had Neely. Let me tell tell you the trade off was devistating but well worth it. I have a beautiful bouncing baby boy now. Another piece of my soul. And he is worth so much more than the low life's from my previous life. Use to I would have never asked someone to choose me over them. It just wasn't my way. Now...I feel like if you don't choose me I don't need you. You can not watch people destroy others and stay neutral. How can someone watch one person they care about destroy someone they love and stay neutral? If you try to stay neutral then please feel free to exit stage left outta my life. I don't need the evil or negativity. And eventually they will do them the same way. I've lost some people in my life this past couple of years that I really loved. But it is apparent to me that the feelings are not mutual. That's fine. As I have stated before...I will take my chances with werewolves, vampires, Old Nessie, and serial killers. I find these monsters to be less scary than the ones dressed as family and friends. Shit, I'll make new friends and family lol. Every person who associates with them gets what they deserve. And because I stopped associating with them....I got what I deserved. How lucky am I. In the end I think I truly came out a head. I won! I made it outta that nightmare with my soul. I may still stand a chance at making it to Heaven. Someone once said....to hate someone you have to love them. But when you are indifferent to them you will finally be free. Free at last, free at last, thank God all mighty I'm free at last!

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The Melody of a Divorce.

I have been asked several times to write a sequel to one of my post entitled, "Divorce in Song".  So to all my darling haters who just cant get enough of me I would like to dedicate this blog to you.

     Hey there "Mr. Worthless" I want you to know that since our "Destruction" Im "Better Than You Left Me".  I do not seek "Revenge" because "I've Got Better Things To Do".

     But, when my music comes on I can not help but apply some lyrics to you and your tribe of, "Fools".

     I try never to think of your "Fool Hearted Memory" that is made up of nothing but "Gin, Smoke, and Lies".  Even if you could "Give Me One Reason" to "Believe" you; I would still think your a "Monster".  "Heaven Knows" sometimes in the "Still Of The Night"  "I Hope You Get Lonely" while I "Imagine" you in the "Joint".

"Hells Bells" I never even knew I was "Unhappily Married" till I met Ronnie Taylor (That's Mr. Taylor to You).  What can I say?  He took me for a "Walk On The Wild Side", when he decided to jump in to my "Crazy" "Bubble". 

     Try to keep up "Daddy".  I realize that trying to explain this to a "Simple Man"  can sometimes get "Lost in Translation".

     I'm not trying to "Rub It In", but someone else has changed my "Lonely East Texas Night's".  Let's face it some "Things Have Changed".  I'm much happier now because he is the "Same Kind of Crazy" as me, and we both want the "Same Damn Life".  With him, "At Last" "Anything goes" because unlike you he is a "Real Man".  He whispers "Sweet Nothings" and says things like baby, "All I Wanna Be Is Your Man".  

     He's the kind of man that really will "Stand Tall".  He has even managed to get me to stop singing the "Sweet Misery Blues".  He made me realize that "Baby" "You Aint Worth the Whiskey".  With him, "At Last" "Anything goes"

     Don't get me wrong,  I know I'm still a little "Crazy".  Every now and then I still "Fall To Pieces".  But I know that he's "Got Me".  He tells me things like "I Believe In You", and "I Aint Leaving.  He's the "Real Deal" and says he just wants to get "Closer".

     Now, I laugh out "Loud".  Remember when you said "Hate Me" that is the only way you will "Survive" this?  I bet you "Miss Me" being the old Douise.  Now I can say to you was she "Worth It"?  You traded me in for someone with no "Style" and who is known to be "Nasty".  Hell,l by now we have all heard the legendary "Rumors" about your "Side Piece".  Is your "Girl Crush" gonna land you in "Chains"? 

     Think smart before you act on this.  What do I have to "Fear Now"?  What are you and yours going to do, "Throw Some Mo" lies out there? Feel free to "Take Your Time" before you respond to this. 

     Finally, "Don't It Suck" to have "Bad Blood"  with a "Wild Child"?  I bet your ass is walking the floor over me now.  You could walk the floor over me for "A Thousand More Years" trying to figure out how I got the better of your ass and all I would say is, "Don't Worry Be Happy".

     Now can a sista get "One Hell Of An Amen"?!!!?!!!   

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I Shan't Cover My Eyes

In the chorus of Big Smo's song, Cover My Eyes, 🎤he says I cover my eyes when I think of you so nobody can see the tears that fall on my cheeks🎧 As everyone knows I have security measures in place for rouge memories of what I now call the OMG ARE YOU KIDDING ME MR DEITY experience. However, something curious happened to me today. Let me explain. You know how when your pissed at your parents and your about 7 years old and you pack up your room to run away? Or perhaps the second you graduate from high school you run to the college on the opposite side of the planet from your parents? Yes you know don't you. You remember!!! Lol!!! Well, If I could give my younger self advise this is what I would say...."Girl, wAit till your in your forties and then run away from home." Today as I was driving back to my secret location and singing...🎤I've been sleeping with the devil I thought you ought to know, I can't look you in the eye and say it isn't so.🎶 a curious thing happened to me. I realized I have ran away from home. Sweet Deity, I haven't a soul to answer to. I can literally do whatever or whomever I want. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks or says. Besides who cares what they do or say. I gotta tell you, there is a freedom to not having anyone to answer to. All I have to do now is whatever the hell I want. I got a little choked up. What do I want? Hell I don't know. I've never thought about it. Don't get me wrong things are still hard, but they are just hard for me. There is no anchor weighing me down. I know I've been in the middle Of my story about "Ryan Stinkins", his evil Succubus Spawn, and let's just call the new woman....Missy Waggs (btw Ty Gracie Tuck for her name). But there seems to be an amazing transformation taking place. This blog started out as how to survive divorce. I would be doing anyone reading this and myself a disservice by not sharing how I'm surviving as well as the back ground story. Here's how I'm surviving. As many of you know, I'm just a little crazy. It's ok we are all adults here lol. I am bat shit crazy right now. I have walked away from everyone and everything I've ever loved. I have lost so much in twelve months. But I have gained so much as well. I know who my friends are. I can spot a playa from a million miles off. I no longer apologize for my behavior. I wake up every mother fu&@$ng day literally excited about how screwed over in GONNA get or perhaps I may catch a break. Hell, it's a freaking 50/50 for me. BUT IM FUCKING HERE. They almost got me. IM FUCKING HERE AND EVERYDAY ABOVE GROUND IS A GOOD DAY. 😜 🎶just give it away, ain't nothing in this house worth fighting over. And we're both tired of fighting anyway.....just give it away.🎧. Here's what I'm doing to survive. I've burned it down. Screw the past. Screw that couch, that bed, those photos, and screw them books. That's part of who I was. It is not part of who I am. I've said this before and I'll say it again. If you fight....then fight. If you fuck.....then fuck. If you scream....then scream. Wtfe it takes to get you to the next moment....do it. As my little cousin Lona said tonight....if someone gives you negative advise then cut their asses OUTTA that decision. The only decision I have to make right now.....is.......

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Booze

Alcohol.....need I say more. Every once in a while you just have to drink it into oblivion!!!

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The long walk

I guess I might have suspected in the last 17 years it might end this way. I've often wondered how the death role prisoner musters the courage to walk to the death chamber. Really, how do people knowingly turn themselves into prison. If the law is dumb enough to let me OUTTA jail and think I'm actually gonna willingly return then they get what they deserve. If it was me....I swear my toenails would be gripping concrete before I walked to my death. Oh hell no. However it seems like I walked the very same path for 17 years. And you best believe when the end came I kicked and screamed and threw a huge fit. I seriously went straight two year old on his ass. It has been brought to my attention that there had to be good times. Well of course there had to be, right? Well hell how would I know. It's kinda like petting a snake. It's all cool and exotic and your constantly surprised that your doing it. But, it's all fun and games till the snake has you in a death grip and your gasping for air. I imagine I would be thinking right then, "I knew it, I freaking knew this was a bad idea". By the time you realize just how stupid you are your eye sight dims and you just surrender to the dark. Dammit, Mr. Deity strikes again. Here you thought you were gonna finally be released from your misery only to wake up in worse pain than before. The only good memories I allow myself to remember about the past 17 years are about Aaron. All the memories about "Ryan" or his evil Satan spawn, I deliberately put away in the back of my brain, filed under GIRL YOU GOT PLAYED. I know now that neither of them ever cared about me or loved me. If you love someone you try NOT to hurt them. Sometimes a rebellious memory comes sneaking in though. Thankfully I have a security system in place to avoid psychological damage. If you ever see me blankly pouring lighter fluid on myself it's because a rouge memory has slipped through. Crazy, crazy you say? I think not. Dousing myself in lighter fluid and setting myself on fire would hurt way less than remembering what I use to think of as a special memory; only to realize that the feelings were not mutual at the time. So you see I do not allow myself to remember. I'm still at the part of this break up where I could move on and be happy again one day, or become the Mamas Kitchen mass murderer. Thank God the owners have never thrown me OUTTA there, but I do believe that going on a shooting spree will get me banned for life. Then where would I go to drink sweet tea? The town I live in can sleep soundly tonight. 🙀 The past couple of weeks have been rough. Thank you David Roth for reminding me that negativity can only make things worse. The positive aspect of this blog is, perhaps, that i have not been driven to become a Mass murderer. But any woman who has suffered such as I can relate to homicide. I'm at that part of the break up where I no longer question myself or them. Or why, why, why!!! Now I'm focusing on how to move forward. But a wise man once told me that in order to walk into the future you must first sprint through the past. That away you understand what went wrong and not let it happen again (thanks dad).

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She stalked. KARMA

In my head I heard…🎤Shine on me sunshine walk with me well its a skippidee do dah day, I’m the happiest girl in the whole USA. Years later the song would change to…🎤These tears I cry are tears of joy because it was no fun there under your thumb and now that we’re done I’m getting right every night. Since you’ve done what you’ve done to me.

Music plays an important role in my soul. I can almost have an entire conversation in song lyrics, but people look at me like I’m the crazy one. SO THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SONGS IN MY BLOG….DEAL WITH IT!!! Lol

Ok we left off at me and My soon to be ex husband, “Ryan” challenging each other’s minds. Let’s skip right to Ms. Pursuer stalks Mr. Distancer. I swear I super stalked this man for ten years. Either he was gonna see how dam great I was or be seriously scared that my antics might lead to chloroform, rope, and duct tape. Hind sight is 20/20. I should’ve started with the latter. From the beginning “Ryan” says to me that he values our friendship to much to ruin it. On the other hand having sex is ok as long as he wasn’t married or in a relationship. And readers please don’t forget that we have already established in previous blogs that I can be very stupid. Ok VERY VERY stupid. So with this in mind I hatch the plan of being the best BFF ever. Best BFF THROUGH SEVERAL GIRLFRIENDS AND ANOTHER MARRIAGE.

Of course I was always very understanding while secretly praying for his relationships to fail. Oh yes, there have been Voo Doo dolls, hexing, and burning of every color candle while chants drifted off in the evening breeze. I can’t remember but one of those chants might’ve sounded like this….COME ON DUDE HOW MANY MORE BITCHS DO I HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH?. Please donot think for a second I worship THE DARK LORD or that I am a witch. It’s just I tried everything else and didn’t want to think I missed something. Love makes stupid people do really stupid shit. Btw feel free to judge me if you have never went crazy for extended periods of time. Go ahead cast that stone…..hmmmm….not one stone tossed yet?

Sorry I drifted.

So one day I just get pissed and tell him, “you know what Mr.? I’m tired of waiting on you and I have a life to live. I wish you were the one I get to spend it with, but I’m tired of waiting.” Wow, I even hung up on him like a boss bitch. It was then that Mr. Deity said hahahaha the nerve of her to show intelligence I���ll make her MY BOSS BITCH. I swear to God the very next day he called me to tell me he loved me and he was ready to start our life together.

Like a fool or shall I say a very stupid fool I ran straight for him and never noticed he was holding a detonator.

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The past few weeks I have been sitting here wishing I could be Karmas right hand man. At this point I have realized I wouldn’t even know where to start to dole out Karma. If I had to guess, I’m thinking I would’ve started with me first over twenty years ago. Isn’t it funny how when Karma stops on you all that you can think is I know people who deserve it more. But if you really look hard you can see that Karma is not trying to pay you back for some past transgression. It’s just the stupid bitch was vacationing, when you could’ve really used some knowledge and lessons, and always shows up late and at the worst possible times. I like to laugh and envision Karma saying this……..”I’m busy right now, but I saw that, and I’m gonna get you SUCKA”. Wait, wait, wait I thought that was Mr. Deity? Oh hell when your down they could both stand a good ass chewing, lol.

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Divorce in "song"

From the start our relationship was nothing but a "Symphony of Destruction". After everything you and your family has put me through, I often think, "I wish you would've turned my head and left my heart alone". I never suspected you had, "Lying Eyes". You made it so easy for me to, "Fool Around and Fall in Love" You had me spinning, "Round and Round". I had never spent , "Life in the Fast Lane" and it made me feel like, "The Happiest Girl in the Whole USA". It really made my, "Brown Eyes Blue" when you left and asked for a, "DIVORCE". I made it very easy for you because I played, "The Joker" so well. It hurt to realize some people would be willing to, "Lie To You For Your Love". Soon I was just a, "WWW.Memory" in your list of, "Heartaches by the Number". What you did to me hurt so much that I dam near went , "Crazy" and I just, "Fell to Pieces". My dream of growing old and sitting next to you on a , "Rocking Chair" was dead. Immediately I went in search of a , "Neon Sign" because "All I Could Do Was Cry". All I could think was, "When Did You Stop Loving Me". I was so upset all you had to do was, "Snap Your Fingers" and I would come "Running Back To You". But you were so cruel I felt like I was living In a "Gangsta's Paradise". When I realized that you and your kid were intentionally trying to emotionally kill my spirit It didn't take long before I was "Losing My Religion". I just couldn't seem to "Shake It Off. I remember once you telling me, you have to "Hate Me" to get through this. I was foolish to not believe that "Everybody's Somebody's Fool". Soon I would find out that "Your Last Date" was with another woman, and you liked your women just a little on the "Trashy Side". It was then I thought to myself I hope you've already "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" because "You Ain't Never Met A Mother Fucker Quite Like Me". Because I'm about to put every one of you in a "Stranglehold". I went "Redneck Crazy" and couldn't stop screaming "This Ain't My Mommas Broken Heart". By then I had "Come To Expect it from You". After all you had come from "A Ling Line of Losers". Besides the trash you replaced me with was never "Woman Enough" to take my man because you were never a man. You were a "Monster" and "Mr. Worthless. Now your gonna feel like you got hit by a "Smooth Criminal" when I'm done with you. Soon she will be crying to the new replacement "That Boy is Mine" and using "Good Kush and Alcohol" while "Walking the Floor Over You". As for me....lol..."I Feel a Sin Coming On" and I bringing my "Sexy Back". I no longer "Cover My Eyes" when I think of you because I know "I Will Survive". Finally I can see my life "In Color". When you and your family invade my thoughts or try to bring me down I give a "Rebel Yell" and scream "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe". So I run to the place where I want to "Blueberry Chill" and think about ways to "Rearrange" your little gangs life the way you done mine. It's only "In the Still of the Night" that I fantasize about pulling up to "Cemetery Gates" in the "Cold November Rain". I know I should "Pray for You" but all I can say is, right now, "I'm in a Bad Girl Phase". I know it's a "Brave New World" and with my "Dark Side" and "Demons" put to rest along with your memory I'm "Flying High Again" and "Rolling in the Deep". 🙀 I hope you "Stay Gone". "I would rather Go Blind" before I let any of you hurt me again. Really all that's left to do is pack up our past and toss it out the door soaking wet in the grass because "Lawdy Lawdy" it's "Over when it's Over", and I "Hope Your the End of My Story". "HALLELUJAH"

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Oh Those Beautiful Blue Eyes

Now I know everyone has heard the song by the Oakridge Boys called, I Wish You Would've Turned My Head. Are you humming it now? It goes.... 🎤 I wish you would've turned my head and left my heart alone. Every since I met ya baby you have done me wrong 🎶. Oh now your starting to understand where I could be headed with this story??? So, for shits and giggles, let's just say my husbands name is Ryan Smikins. I mean after all we have to place a name on, as my friend Max refers to, He who is deserving of no name. Ok so we left off with the door closes as I try to focus on his face. I swear before I could see any other feature it was his big almond shaped blue eyes. The color of his eyes reminded me of the color blue only The Deity in the sky could create. Those eyes were observant. Then I felt like he was making love to me with his thoughts and sight. As if the world had stood still and it was just him and I standing in a room full of people yet utterly alone. His gaze was so strong I had the urge to grab my son and hold him in front of me so that Aaron could shield me from whatever those eyes seemed to want. But, Aaron refused to be caught and subjected to whatever new torture I nominated him for. My son has always been a little like me. Our philosophy is every man for himself. I could of sworn I heard him mutter that as he yanked free of my grip. So there I am sweating, nervous, nauseous, and feeling very naked while fully clothed. It seemed the clocks were even in on the conspiracy to draw out my torture as I watched him take steps in my direction. Oh let's just cut to the chase. He walks over to where I'm sitting and introduced himself. My mind was racing everywhere trying to focus. Wait what did he say. Oh my God I am mute. My tongue is paralyzed. My throats dry. What did he say? And as if sensing I was an idiot he repeated, hello my name is Ryan Smikins. Now everyone who knows me knows that I am a little arrogant. Somewhat a little blunt. Maybe even intimidating. But staring back at my own traits was a tad troubling. I never fully appreciated how uncomfortable I could make someone else. Until now I was always the one pulling the strings and now he was using them as a noose and hanging me with them. Finally, and solely, because of my pride I managed a, my name is Douise and a very bored and unamused demeanor. But, I knew he saw right through my bullshit. He saw....he saw that I was full of shit. He knew a secret about both of us that neither of us dared to say openly. We were not suppose to be here. We were leagues above the circumstances we were in. He also knew that we both were damaged and at the time getting in where you could fit in somehow made us both feel wanted. A good example might be the night that there were about 15 people at our friends house and everyone was sitting around dulling there senses by smoking joint after joint, including him. Suddenly out of no where him and I were arguing points of the bible. Nothing sparks a better verbal battle than a Catholic and a Baptist trying to convert one another. I had the feeling he was use to winning every argument and being the smartest one in the room. Well not that night. This night my whole body was alive. It's was as if not only my brain but my soul shouted CHALLENGE ACCEPTED ASSHOLE. Finally I aggravated him so much by not just cowering down that I heard him yell, girl I swear to God if you were a preacher you would be a baptist preacher and only spew fire and brimstone. Well that shut me up. More amazing than shitting me up it occurred to both of us that no one was talking. You know I wonder to this very day if it's because their brains were trying to comprehending words with more than one syllable or that maybe they even realized we were out of their league and had no business hanging around them. From that point on until a few months ago we argued or debated on a daily basis. Sometimes I know he picked a side completely opposite of mine just to argue. I mean he might say that Jerry Lewis was Jerry Lee Lewis and I would say no he's not. Then I would have to jump on my computer and prove it to him before he would admit delete. This is why when his mother told me that he was diagnosed, at a young age, with oppositional defiance disorder i whole heartedly believed her. But that's a whole other blog I might tital as, Are You Kidding Me Dirty Deity In The Sky. 🙀 As you can see our relationship started off with challenging each other's mind. Constantly struggling to prove to one another just how smart we were. Well we have established in the first blog that he wins. Because if I had won this might be his blog. I might have used those smarts to see that I wAs headed down Stupidity Rd. I should've threw Aaron at him and made a break for it. At that age all Aaron could do was talk about why everyone else sucked....because you ain't his Papaw. Hell he would've brought Aaron home and went into hiding after a mental beat down by a five year old about why his Papaw was better than he was. I think the point of this blog could be why every single mom should let their five year old make important life decisions for them. But the heart wants what the heart wants. In my case I always thought I could hear my brain in a shitty tone singing, 🎤 And the race is on and here comes pride in the back stretch, heartaches headed to the inside. My tears are holding back they're trying not to fall. My hearts out of the running True loves scratched for another's sake and the race is on and it looks like heartaches and the winner loses all 🎶. It wasn't enough that enteral alarms were sounding in my mind, but he'll even the songs on the radio were telling me, hey you dumb ass, are you a special kind of stupid? To which my stupid love sick reply was,.....of course I'm a special kind of stupid, that's has to be why I didn't notice his ex wife sprinting past me shouting, run bitch run.

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For anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog please be aware that I am new at blogging, and an expert at mistakes.

I have decided to start this blog to document and remember the events that started on April the first 2014. And to remind myself that not everything has been horrible this year....

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We meet

Has anyone out there ever heard the song, Somebody's knockin? The words go...somebody's knockin should I let him in? Lord it's the devil will you look at him. I've heard about him but I never dreamed he'd have blue eyes and blue jeans. It's a catchy tune. Maybe it is designed that way to take the focus off of the fact that it is indeed THE DEVIL she is singing about. The first time I saw my current husband (soon to be ex husband) almost follows this song. I was a very lonely 19 year old girl and hanging around people my mother would say were very much beneath me. What can I say? I was very lonely and this particular crowd accepts everyone. It was a sunny day. The kind of day in Houston that made you appreciate having an escape from the heat and the sun. Suddenly the front door swings open and my vision is blurred. My eyes slowly focus on the figure standing in the doorway. A man!!!! Yea my favorite thing in the world up till then. I immediately started to inspect the vision before me. He was about 5'10, so far so good. He weighed, I guessed, about 180 pounds, so far so good. He was wearing a Def Leopard concert shirt, bonus I thought. And he had on a tight pair of Levi 501's, this is definitely promising. My mind was really starting to wake up now. Its as if the sun had done more than add light to the room. It was like the sun had set fire to my sleepy brain, and I could almost smell the sizzle. There was only one problem, I could not see his face. My brain screamed at me to stop looking at the cute body and look at his face. I reluctantly drug my eyes away from looking at his ass and package, with some reluctance I might add. I worked my way back up his body and tried to focus on his face. Just as I was about to betray my brain and set my eyes to the things that interest every young girl, he stepped in to the room and closed the door..... I'm going to halt the story right here. I am to tired to go further into the story tonight. I have decided to tell this story in detail and a little at a time so I don't rush through it and I can give every detail the respect it deserves. However every time I blog about this I will leave a reflection of what I have written to sum it up on my terms. From this point on I will use this symbol 🙀 to indicate that I am at the end of my blog and am closing for the night. 🙀 Often I think of my life in terms of a joke. It's like the deity in the sky is bored and is entertained by making the rules to his game and then setting them in opposition to themselves. And like the, car or the horseman, in a game of Monopoly is everyone's favorite piece to play with, I am his favorite pawn. I should have run for my life the second I heard the warning bells. But like every young girl, my heart And my hormones murdered all the good sense my mother had tried to teach me. I have now came to the assumption that the name of Mr. Deity in the sky's game is, SILLY FOOL IM GONNA GET YOU SUCKA. Thanks for reading. Keep checking back because there will be plenty of more post to follow. d

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It could be worse...you could be me!

For anyone who happens to stumble upon this blog please be aware that I am new at blogging, and an expert at mistakes.

I have decided to start this blog to document and remember the events that started on April the first 2014. And to remind myself that not everything has been horrible this year. There have been some very educational and comical events that have transpired as well.

As often as I can I will write a little about this crazy ride that I have been on. And no matter how sad my story may be I will always add something that made me laugh, and might make someone else laugh. I believe my story is so bad that someone who is going through this might actually be able to laugh and say, “Dam it could be worse…I could be her”.