I've been gone for a while... A long while... I completely forgot about this blog, but now I'm back from nowheresville to pop in and just jabber away...
I no longer work at the job I had, too much animosity towards my appearance as a Muslim. I no longer wear the the outward garb. I've moved a couple of times in the city that I live in. I've lived in a bug infested run down squaller that NM and I unlovingly refer to as "The Hole." It was a one room apartment with horrible crazy tenants. Our bathroom was a converted closet, when you sat on the toilet your knees were squished together between the wall and the shower. The shower was a shower liner and not an actual shower. The kitchen was just another converted closet I swear. We had enough room for just the bed and a TV, and to stack a few boxes up against the wall along with our bikes. Our bikes, forced on us items that we did not want to bring to NY, because we do not ride them. But we have been lugging them around this town with us every time we move. We now live in another place. At least here I won't get attacked by another homeless crack whore...
Since I've last written my only Grandfather left alive has actually died. He was the only one that I had ever known. I lost him while we still lived in "The Hole," not the best place to mourn anyone, let me tell you. My parents have also separated and divorced. My Mother is living in a nice tiny town with my Grandmother, her Mum. Mum is her care taker, but really they just keep each other company. My Dad has a girlfriend, I don't know if I like her. I've never actually met her, but we are "Facebook Friends," so we shall see how that goes. She is nearly 6 years younger than me, and she is 31 years younger than my Dad. You take that as you will...
I am in the middle of looking for work, any place will pretty much do. I need the money, simple as that, I need the money. I want to have a house, a nice house, and I want to have babies, nice babies. Fat cuddly babies that I can hold to my breasts and sing to them. I might not have the best voice, but I can still sing with love...
So that is my return post... I'll be 30 this next February, and I am planning on writing on here as much as I can... T.T.F.N
I no longer work at the job I had, too much animosity towards my appearance as a Muslim. I no longer wear the the outward garb. I've moved a couple of times in the city that I live in. I've lived in a bug infested run down squaller that NM and I unlovingly refer to as "The Hole." It was a one room apartment with horrible crazy tenants. Our bathroom was a converted closet, when you sat on the toilet your knees were squished together between the wall and the shower. The shower was a shower liner and not an actual shower. The kitchen was just another converted closet I swear. We had enough room for just the bed and a TV, and to stack a few boxes up against the wall along with our bikes. Our bikes, forced on us items that we did not want to bring to NY, because we do not ride them. But we have been lugging them around this town with us every time we move. We now live in another place. At least here I won't get attacked by another homeless crack whore...
Since I've last written my only Grandfather left alive has actually died. He was the only one that I had ever known. I lost him while we still lived in "The Hole," not the best place to mourn anyone, let me tell you. My parents have also separated and divorced. My Mother is living in a nice tiny town with my Grandmother, her Mum. Mum is her care taker, but really they just keep each other company. My Dad has a girlfriend, I don't know if I like her. I've never actually met her, but we are "Facebook Friends," so we shall see how that goes. She is nearly 6 years younger than me, and she is 31 years younger than my Dad. You take that as you will...
I am in the middle of looking for work, any place will pretty much do. I need the money, simple as that, I need the money. I want to have a house, a nice house, and I want to have babies, nice babies. Fat cuddly babies that I can hold to my breasts and sing to them. I might not have the best voice, but I can still sing with love...
So that is my return post... I'll be 30 this next February, and I am planning on writing on here as much as I can... T.T.F.N
Anne
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