I need...

I'm barely making it...but I'm making it.

My Wildcat

She crawls all over me. She's sweet and doesn't judge. She's knows my weaknesses and still supports me. She's not perfect, but neither am I.

And she snores. But, she is beautiful, in every sense of the word. She has these crystal blue eyes, these pouty lips, cute dimples, legs that are so shapely, and curves all over her body. I love spending time with her.

I gave her a key to my apartment, against my better judgment. She hasn't abused it. In fact, she's been helping me clean up this place. She's become a little homemaker. It's kinda weird, but sweet.

Sincerely Yours,

-- Without Wax

Darla

Darla's back in my life and my space. I let her move into my little apartment: I gave her keys. She took over chores, like she folded my neighbour's socks. That was cute...he liked it.

I like her because she'd beautiful and smart. I can't do this drunk, and she knows that. She gets annoyed when I don't make drunk sense. She knows me and she knows that I'm better sober than drunk. She tells me, and she knows that if I sober up...

Whatever...We leave little notes about how we can clean up this place and store some of our massive amounts of stuff into a place that is actually livable. It's weird, because she's working towards living together.

She's beautiful. I mean, she doesn't have a killer body, but she has this face and eyes that are hypnotic. Everything that she wears makes her look like a model. Her legs are stunning, her eyes are crystal blue, cute dimples, plump (you know). She's fine.

I'll fill you in more later.


-- Without Wax

Disulfiram

I knew there was a reason I didn't want to have my property brought back to me from June's storage. I found Antabuse. It's an old prescription that was forced on me in Los Angeles after my DUI.

I have more boxes to go through in this closet. Can't wait to find all the other skeletons.


-- Without Wax