The trip was trouble and nothing but trouble. I had to ride my Hoverround across the city, up and down cracked and uneven sidewalks to get my new 'puter. Good thing I lostabout 15 pounds recently, so the battery did last longer than usual.
I'm so hawt now that I've trimmed up that people kept waving and honking at me while I was riding across town. Made my delicate ladie regions heat up knowing that some many men walked congress with me.
Which brings me to the place I left off in this blog, back last springtime when I last wrote I was getting settled back in my old apartment complex, but instead of being stuck in the middle of nosyville my new appartment is at the end of the row, fatherest from the enterance so I no longer have as much problems with miserable nosy old peahens and manstealers.
A couple of weeks after I moved in Eddie showed up. We hit it off real REAL nice and he moved in with me. We sent the spring, summer and almost into the fall close as two love birds can be but things got a little strerange once I got knocked up again with twins. He bolted on me, muttering something about 'ain't gonna be nobodies daddy!' Haven't seen him since. TUrns out I'd just miscalculated the days, no peechee, no peewees for me!
I miss him. There's no one steady in my life to play Pop Goes the Dildo or Hide the Hotdog with now..
He left me on Halloween, which semes like it's always the worst day o' the year. He left me crying big old tears into a mound of Snickers bars. I'll never forgive him and the management here served him with a no contACT order for bewing so mean to me.
But I didn't have no time to cry, the next day it sleeted here and I slipped on the ice, falling face first down as soon as I stepped off my Hoverround at the mail boxes. I broke my wirsts, my elbows, my knees and both of my ankles. Edna, that old peahen that tries to take my admirers started shouting at me to stop singing that rock in roll music while I howled in pain. Mr. Bussdriver called the ambulance for me and they took me to the hospital, which put casts everywhere and sent me over to the surgical rehab center.
Six weeks flat on my back wiht one of my legs in traction! In a rehab place with old timers!~ No hot guys, no L Anne's "Cougars and Studs" books and about to go out of my cotton picking mind! Once the casts came off it was even worse! The physical therapy skeleton whores started marching into my room and forcing me to go down to the pt room and do EXERCISES!!!! I kept trying to tell them I was allergic to exercising, it breaks me out in hives,but after awhile it was obgious the only way I'd be able to blow this popcycle stand was to do what they wanted.
BY the time they let me out I was going plumb stir crazy from eating all that horibble health food, brocolli, steamed carrots, Ugh - skinless chilken breasts~ No GOOD food.
Meagan my social worker had made sure my apartment stayed mine while I was away and tried to take me to get food but I refused, didn't want her to fill my fridge withthat awful brocolli again. YOu can only eat that stuff if you cover it with Vellveta! It is vile!
Got home and my puter was dead. Nuts.
I'll tell the rest of my tale tomorrow. It's ten minutes to Wheel of FOrtune and I just know one day they'll pick my name for the daily 5K drawing. Gotta go!
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