Waitin’, waitin’, waitin’.
Waitin’ to hear about that house. Waitin’ to pack cuz I don’t know where or when we’re movin’. Waitin’ to get my car fixed so I can get outta jail now and again. Waitin’ on the damned child support people to get their heads out of their asses.
I swear, I have absolutely no control over the crap goin’ on in my life lately. I feel like a marrionette. Dancin’ this way and that while someone tugs on my strings.
Purgatory. Limbo.
Only thing I have control of is the fried chicken.
I drink a lot of coffee, ride a motorcycle, have an 18 year old son and a decade long relationship that began in a chat room.
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