The court case is over...and no, I AM NOT HAPPY OR RELIEVED.
Will the Diary of a Broke Ass Woman ever end? I honestly thought it would with the court case.
"Oh I want to have a child because so when they grow up they can be a slave to a job and bills! I mean I hope that they won't and be famous, rich, and smart, but most likely that won't happen . But I don't care, I'll bring them here anyway! Hell I'm only on the hook until they are 18 right? That's when I can tell them they gotta get their ass out and live their life because I did my job raising them."
I'm exaggerating, but isn't that what happens more or less? When I see the old ladies on the bus everyday I ask myself is that gonna be me? Old and sitting on the bus talking too much with a hairdo from whatever year I was last considered a (PYT) pretty young thang? You know how old ladies get stuck in time with their hair style. In court I saw a lady with a Jheri curl and barely walking, but she had on her work uniform. Barely moving but still gotta get up and go to work. Shudders. You should see the HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of people I see in the subway hastily walking with wide, frantic eyes trying to get to work in the mornings like scared mice. It really is a scene if you are paying attention to it.
Anyhow I'm getting off track with this post. The point is that it seems that the older I get, the more shyt happens to me, and the more I get shyt on. I am not getting better with age and I don't know how much more I can take.
Filipino dude wants to go out again. I probably will. I was thinking that I am gonna relight my Match.com account for one last month too.