Lucy Vixen

I have a new babe in my life. She is pretty, clean, and drives most excellent. Her name is Lucy Vixen and she will be mine hopefully sooner than later. Depending on how fast this gal gets paid off. After an extensive, painful car search and shit just going wrong every step of the way, I have finally found a car. Through my beautiful work family, they were able to help me shuffle cars around and get my annoying shit done. Bless them. I don’t know how I was so lucky to get a job and be taken under their wing like I was. One thing I noticed about Texas is, the people who are born and raised out here are kind people. They are not selfish and all about themselves and are all around good people. Without them, I don’t know what I would have done. 

I have come to the conclusion that the only person I can count on in life is myself… and my future husband, who ever he may be. This move to Texas has been rough. I do not know if its so rough because I am essentially alone or if I am just having a bad year. I can not thank the heavens enough for blessing me with an amazing work family. So I take that back, I can count on people, its just not like it was in California. I get it that people get busy or families stop talking but fuuuuck. Enough is enough. I am tired of being ALONE. I am tired of calling my mom the first thing something good or bad happens. I mean, I’m sure she would be happy if her her early 30’s adult stops calling her after work to ramble on about nothing. Which reminds me I have to call her. She sent me yarn dolls and the girls LOVE LOVE LOVE them. 

And if I hear one more stupid empty threat from yet another fucktard, I might just fucking lose my mind. Threaten all away!!! You are still a jackass with nothing going for you! Enough about that. 




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