I Have A Bad Habit Of... in meh...

…speaking to soon.

I need to become a monk and just be quiet.

I went to the corner bar for some take out. Guess who walked out of the kitchen area and had the audacity to speak to me??

Next door rat bastard…

I was minding my business sitting at the bar waiting for my order. I guess he saw me because I sure wasn’t paying his direction any mind. He walks out and I hear my name. I turned around and just look at him. He is just staring at me and I just look at him. It is apparent he is trying to see where my head is. I gave him the driest most unimpressed, most speaking to no onein particular “Hi” and turned my head and watched the baseball game as if he never spoke in the first place.

I see it like this. I’m not going to catch a case because I have a life to take care of. He is only speaking to me trying to find out how I feel about the situation because he knows he was wrong. He knows he’s been lying. To that i say fuck you. Don’t speak to me because you’re feeling guilty. Life will get him back. I don’t have to threaten anything. Just don’t ever speak to me.

I think he is working at the bar. I got more friends there. Little bitch.

I think I’m done fussing. Not really.

Oh and last night was awesome. I will have to write about it. Hilarious and pitiful.

Keep your head to the sky.

Kindest regards,
Sister