Sometimes I feel I've got to

....
....
Run away.

Yeah.  That's my current feeling. You know you sang it in your head too...  Bonus points if you did it in the style of Beldar (like I did).

Loads of drama here. Baby mama drama. Baby daddy drama. Teenage drama. Work drama. Just lots and lots of drama.

So. Escape.
An escape room would be fun... theme should be "You're in a horrible loveless marriage with a controlling asshole spouse that thought a lovechild with someone would clue you into how unhappy HE is in the marriage."

.....oh wait...


That's the current escape game I'm playing.   And it's only costing every penny i earn.  And my job.  And my sanity.  And all of my friendships. And my extended family.

So... everything. This exceptionally fun game is costing me everything.



My Pollyanna ass is trying to get a handle on "what am I getting from it?"

I'm pretty fucking strong at this point.  Very nearly at badass levels. I have two GORGEOUS girls and the most beautiful boy in the world (that I can't currently see, but who knows that his step-mom loves him like crazy).

And... I have material.  Material for my unread blog. Material for a novel. Material for all sorts of angry poetry.

Fortune and glory, kid... Fortune and glory.

But if anyone has a giant fucking diamond I can sell to pay my bills and a housekeeper with, gimme gimme!
Side note.... am I the only one that HATED Kate Capshaw's Willie character in Temple of Doom? Whiney lil spoiled bitch.

Band name for you.... Temple of BOOM!
Wile E Coyote meets Indiana Jones. Big ass kettle drums are a bitch to lug though....

hmmm...

still tempting.

Enjoy your downhill slide toward the weekend, ya'll!
C.D.



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