His mom hated me worse than he did.
Returning them to her would have been worse.
Man my shit was fucked up.
I don't miss the guy or the rings. I miss his grandmother and his father.
And isn't it lovely to be able to say... my shit WAS fucked up.
And check this out...nobody is reading over my shoulder.
Except this is what he should have been reading.
nice to just feel good.
(I feel like Mary Tyler Moore tossing her hat)
I'm so old.