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I have not murdered my son. Yet.
Feb. 27th, 2016 03:18 pmMy son is in my apartment as I speak. I have... informed him of the recent error of his ways and the gravity of the situation in which he has placed himself. My ex & I are, unusually, in perfect agreement about that. Poor Mr. Right Now got to listen to me install in my son a new rectum. May he never need to do so with his daughter.
We had lunch at Red Mill as his first meal of the day and my second, and I watched him take 80 mg of Vyvance. The pills were in his hands and there they weren't. I hope he didn't hide them under his tongue.
Oh: the dryer at the old place is out of commission just in time to start showing the house next week, of course, so I've been doing three loads of my son's laundry here, which he gets to fold. Ex has her own laundry hung up at the old place, which is why I'm doing m'boy's here. I'm pretty sure we'll be ready in time, though. C'mon, baby, sell, and sell high. Mama's got bills to pay.
We had lunch at Red Mill as his first meal of the day and my second, and I watched him take 80 mg of Vyvance. The pills were in his hands and there they weren't. I hope he didn't hide them under his tongue.
Oh: the dryer at the old place is out of commission just in time to start showing the house next week, of course, so I've been doing three loads of my son's laundry here, which he gets to fold. Ex has her own laundry hung up at the old place, which is why I'm doing m'boy's here. I'm pretty sure we'll be ready in time, though. C'mon, baby, sell, and sell high. Mama's got bills to pay.
