Yet, the "She-Devil" from my previous posts is actually visiting my one bedroom apartment, by my invitation.....ain't that some shit! Will one of my readers out there please send me SUICIDE INSTRUCTIONS, for I fear the potential outcome of any and all extended time near She-Devil.
There was a time when all this girl had to do was be in a white fish net body suit, and stand in my kitchen in her spiked heels, to gain easy entry into any abode I was living in at the time. Way Hot! Even you girls might like it. But.............times change and so does love. oh my god this is the she devil he has truly lost his mind did he mention he is on his way to the percocet doctor...... suicide right not because of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that little phase above is exactly what I am talking about. I normally get to come into my office, sit down in front of my screen, and let the words run from my mind to this page, without interruption. Yet, it must be a right of passage for ex girlfriends to feel that when they are with you, you have temporarily lost your privacy privileges.
