Oh, Pardon ME

So I drove from the mall to Walmart to buy a buncha stuff for my big meal (takes two pots to cook, eventually fits in the 11 quart beast, takes two weeks to eat). G-zilla came home while it was cooking, but I was in the master bedroom. Don't wanna see her. Cut her off last time she started talking.

After she flumped down to 3 (essentially, her dorm room revisited), I moved my food into storage containers, cleaned up the kitchen, scrubbed down the 11 quart, loaded and started the dishwasher and switched off the stove fan.

When the fan went off, what did G-zilla do? Switched on the kitchen lights (they're smart bulbs, we can switch them on/off from Germany if we wanted) so I'd notice one of them lost connection with the router. When that happens, they blink. Annoying as hell.

But excuse ME (bleep)... Didn't you serve me with papers that you want a judge to 'award' you this house and give me nothing? And still make me pay for your health insurance? And pay you alimony, too? And keep an life insurance policy with yourself as payee, so I can die and hand you a pile of money, whenever that's handy?

Then hike your goddamn funny colored LuLaRoes up the crank of your greedy ass and FIX THAT FUCKIN LIGHT BULB YOURSELF you entitled (much worse than profanity goes here)

Jump. Jump. Jump.

Hung out with eyelid at the Mall for a minute yesterday. Shoulda jumped after a couple of girls. Peaked kinda early. Very, very early in my day. Yeah, there were a couple very hard looky loos later--but not as cute.

Number Two was a girl on break from her job. Sat at the table in front of me. Sat with her back to me. Every now and then, would look to um, her side. Creamy caramel skin. Shy girl glasses. Shorts. Single. Very single. Body language screamed that she didn't like that. Stroking her own hair. Leg rubbing herself under her left knee. Come touch me, she says. I don't want to be alone.

Food court tables were golden and chairs were platinum. Didn't wanna leave mine while friends were coming, so (Hindsight Headslap: move to the seat at the other end of the table and say what I gotta say). The slo-mo Want A Man Show tho. Mmmmmmph! Can't stop thinking of how we'd fit like hand in glove tho. Her craving of touch. My need to touch her.

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So, Wow.

It seems I've been unfollowed on Insta by Mister Midget.

I've said very little about anything on social media about my status. Save for now. Once B had a deputy serve me with papers declaring our marriage Dead Since March, guess what....? It's DONE.

So an Insta that once had a profile pic of me holding up a sock now has a photo of my face and a reference or two to singleness and divorce. SFW?

It says a lot about my status with Adult Midget. Welp, it is what it is. I've only been worth What I Do For Them and it's time to be kind to myself. Here's where I'd end this post with 'Fuckem' but I'm not sure y'all are ready. If you're not, tho? Stop defining me by my kindness to others and start seeing me as a human being worth everything most everyone else has always had