Slut diary 1.

My cell phone chirped and I dug it out of my purse. “Hello…” “Where the hell are you?” It was Tom, my husband. “Hi Tom…” I said. Boonie was unhitching the Ford. “My car broke down Tom. I had to call a tow truck…” He swore. “Take it easy. The mechanic thinks it’s a small […]

My journal 1.

Here I am sitting at this damned terminal… No news in the world worth looking at; more wrecks, crashes and murders. No e-mail worth responding to. I need a job, I shouldn’t postpone it but I will. Another day, that’s all I need, I’ll get my shit togather and go build a few houses, pay […]

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