9:21pm. At Dietra's. I'm off work and glad I made it back to D's place safely. The fireworks are crazy tonight. I don't like it at all. This is not my holiday. I'll be up early tomorrow getting Grandma up and ready for the van to go the center. Grandma's not a morning person. I'll load the car with my bags that I put in the closet here. I'm still high off of the news of having a place. I am so looking forward to unloading the car and hanging up my clothes and putting my things away. As for tonight I plan to put some mental work into a story idea I have then get some rest.
Love you.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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