Why

in the world, you can't get it through your head, that you can't just emotionally eviscerate a person continuously for years, then; believing in some sort of self-diluted grandeur, think that you can just show up one day and everything be just peachy-keen fine is beyond my comprehension at this point. 

Especially considering you've been repeatedly told that this will certainly just not be the case.

Your minions gave you away Friday PM with their smirks and shit-eatin' grins.

Speaking of which, 

and I don't like to be like this, 

in fact won't be like this unless provoked, 

but I plan on having a shit-eating grin too. 

One day real soon. 

In formal wear. 

With my baby. 

On a balcony. 

Overlooking the Eiffel tower. 

Sipping champagne. 

Slow dancing.

Not only will I have a shit-eating grin at that moment in time, I plan on having one for...

Oh, IDK...

Eternity.

So I'll let them have their lil laughs and giggles

their lil smirks and shit-eating grins for their brief moment in time...

Cause it's all about to come to a screeching halt.

Our story?

This five year saga is just the opening couple of chapters.

People seem to forget that.

But when I'm traveling around the world with the baddest bitch on the planet?

Enjoying more trips and vacations in one year than most people will ever see in twenty?

Going more places and doing and seeing things most people can't even dream of?

Most others will be right where they have always been, 

doing what they've always done, 

with the same old people, 

in the same old places, 

with spouses and significant others that deep down inside they despise, 

going and doing the same old things everybody else does, 

in the same old places everyone else goes, 

working their shity jobs for shity wages 

with shitty management hoovering right over them 

treating them as if they own their very souls.

I won't be doing it.

Again, I don't like to be like this.

Only when I feel provoked.

But this is the truth.

I just don't like bringing it up cause it's not the kind of person I am.

Brother Joe even said yesterday, 

"Don't brag or show off how much more you have than others."

People need to remember I can be like Jack Welch if I feel the need.

And if all that doesn't work out?
Well?
There's always Waffle House.

I guess the whole point I'm trying to make is, 

people just need to understand I've had enough of their horse shit.

(Yours too)

Peoples misery is largely self-created and tolerated.

We do it to ourselves.

Stop doing it.

We?

We didn't have anything to do with it.

Plenty of people were miserable way before we ever came along Lucy.

I'll be damn if I'll ever be made to feel guilty for it.

Love you.