Moved On

In the past months I've moved, moved on from my apartmenet on the banks of the river and those self righteous pea hens that like to trouble me. Living in Biloxi now.

Lemma back up. Right after my high school reunion this summer I got engaged to my old classmate Sir Sirloin, the guy that works in the pie factory. He packed up my apartment and I moved in with him. He told me he had a big house, almost a palace, that he owned so I was powerfully disappointted to find out that he had a lousy little rambler type home that looked like it was at least sixty years old and hand't had anything done to it since.

The biggest problem was that his last fiancee, a skeleton-whore named Dolores, lived in teh basement. She is a hateful stick, with more wrinkles than Zsa-Zsa Gabor's ass and about the same attitude as Zsa. Puffing on cigarettes, downing the booze and pawing Sir Sirloin right in front of me like he was the last guy left living up on the Upper Pennensula of Michigan. She works with him at th epie factory. She's a pie filler and he's a crust inspector.

I hadn't even unpacked when Delores cornered me in the kitchenette and told me to back off, Sirloin was her meal ticket, not mine. I can just see her right now, chomping that gum like a tramp, blowing smoke in my face while sucking down Wild Irishe Rose wine with a top so low her pathetic tiny titties were almost hanging out.

Once Delories went stomping back down stairs I took a stroll through Sir Sirloins desk in our bedroom and found out he's worth more dough than the Pillsbubry Dough Man. His daddy left him trusts and investiments but you'd never know it from this crappy house. Made me all the more determined to stay with him.

But the longer I lived with Sir Sirloin the less gentlemanly he became. He started telling folks at the bars when we were out together that he was gonna marry me because I was good enough for now, till something better came along. He started cutting me down to folks, claiming my feet were dirty and black, saying I didn't wash my downstairs enough and all sorts of capaicious lies. But I kept my mouth shut, even when he bought my engagement ring from Wal Mart, that's how much I loved him.

One morning I left before Sir Sirloin and Delores had to leave from their work shifts. I had to  go register for food stamps and disability get to the market for a few things. When I got back a few hours later I was feeling faintified from the long ride on my Rascal and the bus, sos I decided to take a nap. Went into our bedroom, pulled back the sheets and found a skanky child-sized pair of used womens drawers between teh sheets along with jizz stains! It looked like Sir Sirloin and Delores had been fooling around while I was gone!

Rage filled me and I hopped back on that bus iwth my Rascal and rode out to the pie factory to confront the cheeaters! But I was foiled by the front office, they would not let me go on the production floor to confrotn those cheeaters so I told the front office folks that SirSirloins house burned down this morning and I had ot break the news to him and Delores.

I was still fuming pretty hard by the time both Sirloin and Delores showed up. Delores showed up first and immediately started screeching I was some sort of 'dumb cunt' to allow the house to burn down. Then Sirloin showed up. I told them both that I knew they were screwing behind my back and SIrloin told me to get out of his house, burned or unburned. I left and I did. I got out of his house just packing a couple of suitcases and leaving everything I owned behind. Flew down took the bus to see Lynette in Missississipppppi aw hell I never could spell that states name.

Things didn't go no bettter there if you read my last entry. After her step dad Timmy died and his kids found the cleaned out safe they called in the cops, who dusted the dman thing for prints. Because of the misunderstanding a coupel of years ago about the gym hot tub and that hot guy my prints must be on some computer, because before I knew it I was arrested for stealing and sent away to a finishing school state prison for a few months.

When I came out I decided I like it here, even if living on the beach isn't something my idol L. Anne Carrington would do. Because I'd not been using my SSI while I was traveling and at the school I had a sweet pile of casht o get situated again, plus I got a apartment in a community just like the one I left. Social services helped me with the furniture and I'm set! It's warm here, I can ride my Rascal along the beachfront every day and there's casinos all along here! Men on the loose! Its a sweet deal!