Amazing. When I uncensor myself, I get banned and threatened. Great. I had some good info I wanted to share with the world, but apparently I can't because it's not what people wanted to see or hear. It's pretty dark, so I won't be sharing it here. I can't. I don't want people attacking me here, as well. I have learned from my past that when things are starting to go asshole up, it's best to back away and let the idiots think they are correct. I've dealt with enough crazy people on the web to know that it's never a good idea to one up them because they never know when to quit. They will search and search until they know tidbits about you and make that available to more mentally unstable people.
In other news, I am back on my medication. Before I took it, before it got to me, I was going through some of my May PlayLists on iTunes, and a Donny Osmond song, Soldier of Love came on. I could have sworn he sang the lyrics: "Life's an empty bitch when you're living a lie." I did a double take and looked up the lyrics. He actually sings (or so it's written): "Life's an empty picture when you're living alone." Oh. I swallowed the four pills with my strawberry lemonade and tried to redeem myself. Giving up, since I'm better than what others think of me, I went back to my happy world where people love me.
I drove around this afternoon. It's so hot here, my Fentanyl patch sweated off of my arm. I want a car with airconditioning. Is that so much to ask for? For the first time in its miserable life, the car didn't blow a head gasket, so we're stuck with it. I considered slamming on the breaks while some asshole was tale-gating me on the highway, then I looked a second time, and it was a cop. Shit. I slowed a little and changed lanes. He went on. Whew. Imagine if I tried to get a cop to rear end me??? He'd probably throw me in the back seat and rear end me with his cock.
Enough whining. Pictures?
Coppers at the donut shop behind the Starbucks:
This guy argued so much with the drive thru clerk, my car idled there for so long, it overheated. So much for that cheap, quick fix!
Ever wonder what mainstreet in my town looks like?
That's enough for me. I'm heading off to bed. Nick is supposed to be coming home tomorrow, from the hospital, and so is Chloe. Sleep tight, dear readers!