Right now I am in my room listening to Eminem's "loose yourself" on full blast,while getting dressed for tonight and packing my bag.(picture of clothes above)
I'm going to Monday Night Raw live tonight with my social worker,Linda,who I am spending the week with.I guess this is my punishment for not doing chores.
Let me give you the rundown on Linda.You know those office women that be trying to act professional but underneath that they are a thirsty,nasty freak?Well.this is her.She is 36 and dates men either 20 or 55.She reads the 50 shades of Gray trilogy and reads daddykink on wattpad,she told me those type of books opens up her sexual energy.So,she got a pain/pleasure room inside of her house.She also took me to see the 50 shades of gray in theaters twice.
"You ready?"Linda ask barging into my room without knocking,how inconsiderate!
"How can you listen to this garbage?"she asked covering her ears and nodding her head at my ipod stereo system that was now playing "Not Afraid".
"Garbage?I asked and pointed at my iPod.
She nodded.
"Eminem's music is anything but garbage.His music is real and true.If his music was garbage I wouldn't be standing before you right now.His music saved my life.It wasn't so long ago that I had a knife to my throat;going to kill myself,but when I heard this song it stopped me" I yelled with tears running down my face.
Linda looked speeches.
"His music saved me" I whispered.
I grabbed my ipod and suitcase and speed walked to her Chevy.
I didn't mean to yell at her or tell her that.i didn't want to ruin this night for her because I know how much she loves wrestling and way way deep inside my heart,I do like spending time with her.
