Meagan my social worker is makin' me volunteer down at the Food Pantry three times a week. It's boring. I sit in my Hoverround, wait for a list of shit some boyd is begging for to be brought down on the convaer belt and I shove it all in paper sacks. I have to do this three hours a day three days a week. She says it's all about helping others
One nice thing about workin' there is coming home with a grocery bag fulla stuff to eat every few days. Today I scored 3 cans of sauerkraut, a couple packs of macaroni cheese nad spam. Plus socks! Some crazy church decided all poor people needed new socks and flooded the joint with piles of new socks. I got a swanky pair, hot pink and lime green stripes in the fuzzy nap.
No progress on the Eddie front. He teases me like he knows I wants it but secretly I knows he wants me. He's still stealing my panties off the porch and he's returning them used if you know what I mean. I think I'm going to pin an invite into the drawers for him to come over for dinner one night. I can afix grilled spam, mac & cheese and canned fruit mixed with mini marshmellow and koolwhip. Men like food like that.
I know he wants my womanly cruves and all natural 56ZZZs. I'd be so good to him, better than I was to
When I'm not working I've been going down to the Goodwill to try and get furnishings for my new home. Somehow some of my bestest stuff disappeared when it was in the storage.
