Anyone for a scream?

Ok, this is Jacky. We somehow conveniently FORGOT to make a setting for me, so I have chosen purple for my font. Fuckers (not you, reader…the ones in here with me).

Tiffany has just phoned, so Mikey is calling her back. I am typing this on WordWax, so it’s all good. Tiffany has to turn off the cell and turn it in to the office of the place she’s staying for now. We have to think of a way to stay in touch with her. I have no idea how…well, I DO have an idea, actually. I have to check into two-way paging devices and see if they’re trackable. That’s the deal : she can’t have anything that would allow her to be tracked to this location. It’s a “secret” place, because it’s a battered women’s shelter or some such. I don’t blame them, so I have to find out about the two-way messenger thingies.

Anyway, that wasn’t what I was going to write about. I was just going to ask if anyone wanted to hear Piers screaming, crying, bitching, and moaning about our situation, because, frankly, I’m tired of listening. I can’t really escape it, obviously. We share the same fucking head, but still…

We’re broke. We have too many bills. Big fucking deal. Been there, done that, made it through, and we will again.

Bye – I’m outta here.

Jacky