I'm having a terrible time this week.
I got a call from the son of a dear friend Tuesday morning.
He told me his mom had died the night before.
Just as we had hung up the phone it rang right away.
This call was from the manager of our storage
unit . he regrets to inform me that we have gotten
broken into YET AGAIN...
Again...
my heart can bearly stand that I'm missing my friend
and my brain has to process, in a split second!,
that there's some F**King
excrements walking around helping themselves
to parts of my life I keep locked in safe keeping...
Sorry...I'm hating life for a few days here.
It seems that's the only thing within my control anymore.
I don't have my Barbs to sound off with...sighhhhs
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