This dumb free write

Seriously when I finish this laundry, that, no matter how hard I will it to, will not do itself. Whatever. Anyway, when I finish I'm going to write a poem about sexual abuse in the church. I'm so tired of hearing the stories. Not tired of listening. I take that back. I'm tired of it happening. I should be fishing for quarters and putting the clothes in the dryer instead of free writing this nonsense coming out of me. Two slices of pizza today. Yep. Not just that, a banana walnut bread and tall, which is really a small, chai latte. Feel free to judge me. So many of my stories begin with "so I was dating this guy" that I'm starting to believe it's me. Oh well.