_moonbeam_

Everyone has a sob story. I'm not looking for sympathy, and I don't need anyone to dry my tears. I just need to type it out and get it off of my chest. I know that others have it far worse, and I don't want to discredit their trials and tribulations.

I'm ready for April to be over with. I'm done, and feel as though it has beaten and rapped me, and none of it was enjoyable. I welcome May with open arms, and only hope it wont be disappointing. April brought taxes, student loans, home invasions and the lost youth from our family pet. There's no way to avoid paying what is owed, and we've given up hope on retrieving what was taken, but the family dog, who would be 16 in June, will be put down tomorrow afternoon.

I'm not sure whether to cry, be angry or annoyed. I sort of feel empty.

Tomorrow night, I'll be taking my clothes off in a different way... I lost a bet, and the repayment is to give a striptease. I'm not a dancer, I can't even pretend to be. And the removal of clothing usually happens in a rush to get to other more important things. My hopes are that this wont be the first, and that I don't epically fail. You'll have to ask the receiver his thoughts after it's done. Wish me luck.

If you like mine, you'd donate. Enough said.