It’s been an eventful weekend at my place. Not actually MY place, but my surroundings. Texas tells me to get an Icee, aka sloshie, and watch interviews of my boyfriend. This sounds like a plan. Maybe. But I would have to put on a bra and a baseball cap to go to the market, so maybe it’s Fireball, Gentleman Jack, my choice of wine, or dirty martini (which I’m not sure how to make) cause y’all know I’m loaded, concerning alcohol, I'm just not good at drinking alone.
Downstairs neighbor took a baseball bat to another neighbor. The neighbor who was whipped with the bat really wants to get his 'story' out. It's been my experience, the one in a big hurry to get the story out is most always suspect. Time will tell.
People need to learn to behave.
I might write the story later, idk.
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