Black Dragon

I've been grasping at staws for a long while, trying to keep people in my life who evidently weren’t meant to be in it.

Is it hopeful or kinda stupid to believe in people too hard?

I hired a recovered drug addict/ ex con to help me run operations. I know, I know, but he was incredibly reliable on the front end. I had to un hire him (I like this euphemism), because he became too shady. Now I have to do all the jobs and sweat my ass off every day. I am getting ripped… but only in the arms. I'm either going to give mad hjs or just rip one off next time I have a lover.

Anyway, I been crying in my laundry pile next to this warm dryer sitting on a mountain of laundry. It reminds me of our 406 House's Laundry Tower of Pisa we kept on a midget stool beside the dryer.

My laundry mountain is Everest, people just die in the middle of it and I leave their bodies frozen and rotting for eternity. Safer than hiking them down, really. We just stomp on over them as respectfully as we can.

Lily's room is the Great Garbage Patch.

The dryer buzzed, so I got to hop off.

Love you to the moon & back ❤️