I'm sitting here playing around on fubar all day, right...My cell phone rings. It's my ex. The one that just left me a couple weeks ago. Telling me that in November he's going to have a house and car and all the works and that he wants me to think about it, and decide if I want to go back to him and move me and my son up to where he is. In the year and some that we were together, he probably worked a total of 7 or 8 months. He got bad into drugs, and made the worst of friends. He's an alcoholic. Yea, baby! Let me jump right back into that shit! HAHAHAHA. How many times are you suppose to forgive someone for the same thing over and over again? Fucking men.
