Packaged Rebellion
I looked so damn good today. My hair came out the most perfect it has ever come out before. A periwinkle blue shit and a long skirt completed the outfit of the day.
And it was a good day too.
Its odd, I always have a great day after a fight with glenn. And boy was last night a doozy. He just has so much anger towards me its not even funny. And he's not letting it go. He's holding onto it like its a prize. He goes on and on saying, I'm am to scarred from this relationship, I have to many scars.. and I'm like dont you think I'm scarred from what I went through. But I guess that doesnt matter to him. "ding ding ding" he would say, It doesnt matter to him. Its only him,... just him. He's the only one hurt.
He doesnt care, and nothing matters.
It all started at one of the ballard pubs and I asked him when the last time he had sex. He was like "while I was in phoenix". I was a bit surprised at his answer on who the woman was.
Nothing matters. He doesnt care.
He got a little violent and threw some stuff around. Nothing at me, thankfully.
Nothing matters. He doesnt care.
So anyway. My good day. Work was decent. Art walk went well. And I managed to get out about a half hour early and was able to hit some of the artwalk, I so wanted to get to the fashion academy for they were having a recycled fashions and recycled art show. Fabulous stuff. I however, didnt think the little caplets deserved the $1300 price tag but...what ever.
Sipping on a bmw. Then i'm heading to bed. A good day indeed.
And it was a good day too.
Its odd, I always have a great day after a fight with glenn. And boy was last night a doozy. He just has so much anger towards me its not even funny. And he's not letting it go. He's holding onto it like its a prize. He goes on and on saying, I'm am to scarred from this relationship, I have to many scars.. and I'm like dont you think I'm scarred from what I went through. But I guess that doesnt matter to him. "ding ding ding" he would say, It doesnt matter to him. Its only him,... just him. He's the only one hurt.
He doesnt care, and nothing matters.
It all started at one of the ballard pubs and I asked him when the last time he had sex. He was like "while I was in phoenix". I was a bit surprised at his answer on who the woman was.
Nothing matters. He doesnt care.
He got a little violent and threw some stuff around. Nothing at me, thankfully.
Nothing matters. He doesnt care.
So anyway. My good day. Work was decent. Art walk went well. And I managed to get out about a half hour early and was able to hit some of the artwalk, I so wanted to get to the fashion academy for they were having a recycled fashions and recycled art show. Fabulous stuff. I however, didnt think the little caplets deserved the $1300 price tag but...what ever.
Sipping on a bmw. Then i'm heading to bed. A good day indeed.
posted by B at 10:33 PM
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