No more food stamps!

So that I will be truthfully and officially useless.
D called to say yesterday that he wanted my pussy, even though i was bleeding still (though I think I have stopped as of today, maybe), and told me to meet him this morning at micah. Of course I was there, sans zowie the baby, because her mom didn't feel like getting out. I saw wilson, twan's cousin there...i never did mess around with him, but we always talked about it. :) and Tommy ended up showing up along with Lamont, who brought Robyn (and who recieved a blow job from yours truly around 4 this morning).
Well, about 5 minutes before I had to leave for social services, guess who walks into the room all smug and shit. I had written him a note about where I would be.
Needless to say, I saw him for all of three minutes and left, and no he didn't bother to try to catch up with me here at the lib later.
yes i wanted to fuck him. i at least wanted to see him and talk to him and shit. i wanted to met the old white man and I want to feel safe.
I want to take care of someone and not feel like I am always in the fucking way, you know?
I am so tired. I have come to hate the fucking weekends.

ah well, here we go.