Whaddup social community? I’m still reelin’ and feelin’.
My other parental unit blew into town, long enough to try to steal my college fund for a good time with his other daughter he calls her wifey, though she’s not so much something you want to encase in glass, more like a sharp garden tool used to dig up grass.
Call me the bitter offspring, I suppose that’s fair; I’d like to make a rug out of her fake-blonde hair. Was I harsh when I gave dad the size twelve boot, sending him out the door, splitting our familial roots?
Enough time spent on the heartless cad. How could someone I loved for seventeen years forget he’s a dad?
Out with the old, and in with the new, nothing’s gained from drinking bitter brew. A new chapter’s started and I might be in love, as the stars shine extra bright in the heavens above. Everything’s roses, sugar and spice. I never thought breathing someone else’s air could feel so nice.
I upload a pic of Oliver’s sneaks beside my blog and Post it. He’s so F-I-N-E.