I was between a rock and an asshole like always.
I’m glad to be away from the house for a while. I was about to snap having to deal with Jordan throwing another of his famous tantrums. Calling them ‘freak-outs’ gave him too much credit. It made it sound like it was anything but a temper tantrum thrown by another hypocritical man-child.
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I’m getting rather close to making some rash confrontational decisions like abandoning the house all together. Not that I know where I’d go, possibly Alex and Sarah’s or some other climber’s cat-fur-covered couch.
But it would mean a lot of instability right when I’m going back to college, juggling two jobs, and trying write as much as my smoke-filled brain can make possible. Not to mention that whole surgery looming around the corner like some cadaver sutured back together, waiting to look me in the eye.
Some girl walks into the gym I work the front desk at, not really making eye contact. We both know we matched on tinder and talked for a se…