Glenda changed her mind about letting me reside at her W. Lanvale Street home. We had a huge argument about it. She says she changed her mind at the last minute because a.) she's embarrassed by me, b.) my lifestyle and c.) because I wear makeup. Again, I'm shit up a creak as she says and no one cares. Well I won't cry. I just have to keep on keeping on. I already know that this new shelter is going to be a trip.
Among other things, I've decided that I will never talk about where I'm residing in Glenda's presence ever. I will also never refer to Glenda as my mother and I will NEVER utter the words "I Love You" to her at all. I could care less for her at this point. She's practically dead to me. Dead as a doorknob.