Day Ten- GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

We ALL know the answer to that question.

"I just want the one word you refuse to say."

 

(Another update- the investigation is still "ongoing", which I am pretty sure they just say, especially to people like me that are up their asses every two minutes.  Of course, I think that I could solve this crime better & fatser.  It has taken more self control than I care to admit to let them do the job.  However, with many deep breaths followed by manic outbursts, we are all getting there slowly.

  I think you will be so proud to know that I handed in all of my phone/text/email records to the Chief yesterday.  I have simply had enough of everyone looking at me like I have 3 fuckin heads.  DONE. I offered to turn over my sexy-time box, assuring him that only my and Shamus's prints would be on the vibrators/condoms/etc./etc.  He swears that won't be necessary but I'd rather be safe than sorry. I am walked over and pushed and proded constantly.  It was only a matter of time before I couldn't take it anymore.  I feel very empowered and no matter what- I have nothing to hide.  Bring it Shamus.  I'm done crying over you now.  It's on M%&^r F%^*er!!!

*** Clearly this new computer doesn't have spell check or auto complete. I'm fucked.***