Look like Daddy Chris has landed a new employment position. Bout time you say. Shit howdy. I’m gonna be Aunt Jemina in this next role. Yes, sir, no sir, right away sir. Insert cash, turn crank, take candy. No more of me predicting the future for these hapless twits. Work and go home, my opinion shall remain my own, not like I’m some brain surgeon.
The jig is being set for whatever is gonna happen with TC. For the life of me I have no idea what holds him to me. 26 years old, should be out screwing white hockey players down at the skating rink, picking out scented lubes and taking the laundry home to his mother on the weekends and fixing bitches hair during the day. You know, normal homo stuff. The snarling tiger calls me 10x a day, the first call before 8 a.m. this morning. God can I please get some rest.
Nonetheless, shits gonna have to happen, tried of being alone with no plan. I’m patient, another 30 days or so. Puff tiger is going to Europe with his bottom dwelling friend, going to fry up some pasty Brits and a couple of smelly Frogs. You know, getting some culture! I’ll wait until he drags his sorry ass into our police state.
While we like to ‘think’ we live on a time schedule, we are quite seasonal. The return to a tad cooler weather signals a change in the air and a desire to move our internal calenders forward. A time to leave behind whatever summer was and move into fall.
I’m working on it.