Captian Morgan Makes Me Wanna Pee
So today, right… I was in this super nasty mood. Then, something changed my mind about feeling so frustrated. Let me go back a few hours.
The day wasn’t bad at work, not too hectic or anything, so definitely manageable. Things began to unravel when I got home. The fat dick-sucking whore who lives upstairs started banging as hard as she could the entire time I was vacuuming the house because I guess it was “too noisy.” For 5 fucking minutes if not longer she banged so hard the pictures on my wall shook. Soon, my blood pressure began to rise and I became VERY ANGRY. So I yelled to “knock it off you fat whore and go suck some herpes ridden dick.” She likes to suck the cock. She is one of those fat ugly sluts who fucks for attention, but everybody dislikes her. She DOES have herpes, BTW. Don’t ask how I know, I just do.
So after I yelled, she came down stairs and banged on my door, at which point I told her to stop harassing me or I was going to call the cops. She vanished. I then cranked my radio as loud as possible and let the vacuum run for an extensive amount of time just to piss her fat ass off.
Then, my daughter came up to me, and dropped a few bombs. I won’t go into detail, pretty personal, but let’s put it this way. I suddenly realize, I am, an… adult. She started to cry, and buried her little chin into my shoulder. She pressed against me so hard, it actually hurt, but I didn’t mind, it made me feel whole… my little baby girl was putting all her strength into just hugging me. She then asked if one day I was going to grow old and die. I said, “Well Emma, someday… yes… but that is a long long ways away.” Then, she looked at me and got this stone look on her face… her face looked so much older to me, it was so odd. “Is Grandpa going to die.” I didn’t’ say much, but I started to cry, it was just too much, you know? I won’t ever forget this as long as I live. I looked at my baby tonight and realized she isn’t a baby anymore, she is a little girl now, and someday, she will be a woman.
I always arrive early to work, do the very best I can do and more and go home precisely the same time every day. I always clean house before the weekend, top to bottom. I make sure we eat good meals and check my bank account every other day to make sure funds are in order. I decline on going out to bars with people at work just to save money.
So here I sit, with my hair colored, not sure how many grays I have now, but I know they are there 'cause I pluck them out every so often. And it hits me. This is where I leave off, nothing left to say.
I am drunk. I think it is the straight rum I been chugging. This is all likely so very cheesy and I will regret writing it tomorrow, but it IS my online diary, and I HAVE been slacking *sticks tongue out and grimaces* I am going to put away laundry now. Good night.
10:44:58 PM 
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