asilanne

So all I really wanted to do was pull over and break down but the tires kept turning and before I knew it I was there.

I drove by the old house, three years we shared a bed there and I havent a single picture to prove it, except the one I took standing outside the door, my old home apartment A. So many memories in there that I will never see again.

We went to the storage building and went through the boxes, somehow we managed to pack up the life we were supposed to live together in an eight by eight space.

But it wasnt all sad, I saw that even when a relationship ends love doesn't have to, and neither does friendship. That certainly made me feel better about other parts of my life (84)

And I was cornered next to a case of beer by a weird giant guy......who wanted to take me home and share gumbo recipes. where do they come from? And how do they find me? What do they want....and so help me if even one of you says the poo-nanny (you know who you are) I will crawl through this screen and bludgeon you with my shoe.

Other than than that its good to be home where the coffee is hot and the friends are funny....."sometimes you wanna go....." jk