my evening

feed a cute visiting possum outside my window (I feel good)

clean out the bedroom (I feel ok)

put up with a drunk bitch'n father over dinner (I hate those moments so much)

listen to relatives complain about the food, the weather, the youth, the job, the better half. (I am about to slip off my chair from flippen depression)

head off to bed minus my meatballs that tasted like shit (I feel so ill)


yeh it would be ok but its like this so much I don't know any other way of life its this way almost every day. every night dinner time is bitch'n time. with a dumb drunk whining old fart and fartess.

if they only knew how much their body and breath stank! it scares me ok...

I got to get some serious mouth hygiene fresher on the hot list to my doctor.