all of a sudden (and i do mean all of a sudden) my friend reminded me just now on phone it's 4th of july.
da da dummmmm- the anniversary of my h's big giant slide into debauchery - found out much later- but now the holiday just makes me feel ill to contemplate. i will not bore & horrify you all with what the e-mail said - recapping the wonders of the stinkin fourth of july - "their" holiday - gag gag puke and alot more.....
i would like to light a big rocket and put it somewhere not very kind of me to even think-
i thnk of him spending the long weekend with ow- sashay around disney - enjoy the parade - boink each other til they die-
of course i know i shouldn't allow brain to go there- it just went by itself when i wasn't lookng.
i'm gong to go out and either dig up the lillies for another buddy - or go walk down to sister's for afternoon coffee-
get rite out of here- get brain more gainfully occupied -
BUT - FOR THIS ONE MOMEMNT- I do not want to know everything i do about this guy- i want it all gone from my life.
i want to believe (i wish huh?) that i do not care one bit about any of it- that it's all outside me and my life-
