Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Last Six Days

I have tried for the last ten years of my life to avoid being stereotyped as "White Trash." The last six days have, however, have made me contemplate fighting it anymore.
Here's a country song that doesn't rhyme-

My husband left me
With two kids
And one on the way.
Stole my phone
No money
No gas
Past due electricity bill
And unemployed.
Also, he left the chihuahua.

If I don't make it in Nashville I don't know who will. Or this could be a new form of Haiku, except I'll call it something different like "ofcoursethisshitwouldhappenrightnow."


  1. I'm so sorry! You are in my thoughts.

  2. Give me an address. Friends help you move, real friends help youmove BODIES.

    I am a real friend.

  3. Thanks! lol- I don't think I'll need those services though...

  4. Im with Houston, Im small but I'm scrappy:)

  5. hahahaha! I know you are! I won't tango with you...ever.


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