I woke up this morning to find another damned message on my cellphone, “I’m gone bye,” from Hannibal. Thursday night brought the usual weekly conversation about why I don’t want to shag him. I told him straight up, numerous times, that it’s because he treats me like an ugly girl. I was very clear that…
Well, how ever weird this month has been, it must have done something good. Yesterday morning, my workout exploded. It’s like I can’t stop moving. There was the workout, work, posting a bit, working some more, then working out some more. I feel like myself again. Hopefully soon I’ll look like myself again too. It’s a…
There’s a rumbling…