Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
*Editor's note: Ha, make that 4 dollars. I just spent my last 8 bucks on pharmacy-bought sandwiches, macaroni salad, a stick of cheese, and 99 cent chocolate bars. Damn you CatCouver for inviting me out to paint vagina birthday cards in a bar full of rowdy men with art supplies!