The company I keep

Woke up feeling worse off than yesterday. Still pretty sore so I decided to stay home from work today. Not that I can afford that. I have a scheduled day off tomorrow so I'm hoping the bruising and swelling in my face will go down by Wednesday. Hopefully I wont get fired. Fuck it. Can't do anything about it. A few bruised and hopefully not cracked ribs and a swollen right hand not even suitable for typing would make sure I couldn't maneuvering heavy machinery if I tried. Almost cried like a little girl trying to pack my one hitter by myself before my cousin stopped by with his magical horse suppository sized muscle relaxants. Still hurts like hell, but reality's gotta nice little haze to everything at the moment. He told me the kid from work J tried to grab and kiss in the back seat of our MUSLIM bosses car with me and our MUSLIM boss in the front seat told him about what happened. I feel the need to commit that to paper and screen and to say that out loud as much as I possibly can to remind myself all that actually did happen. Too bad I can't "forget" everything that happened like he claims to. The kid also asked my cousin how I was doing cause J put a post it note on our bosses desk telling him I was in the hospital. Not the excuse I was hoping for but I guess at this point I should be thankful for anything he does somewhat correctly.

After J left last night my cousin came around and was trying to convince me to join him and the old lady for a drive downtown and some beers later. I was a little surprised he was hanging out with the old lady again after their last encounter where she couldn't make up her mind whether she had aborted their unborn foetus or not after magically getting pregnant while she was supposedly on that thing in her arm. Sorry, I don't really keep up with forms of women's contraception. Then he tells me today how the old lady was telling him that she was getting her check from her late mother's police compensation package soon and it all came together. It kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. After everything that happened with J I just don't feel comfortable surrounding myself with users and liars anymore. I should be able to trust the people I chose to surround myself with and not be on guard and watch what I say because my feelings and downfalls can be used as someone else's ammunition. I need to take a good hard look at my life and decide what kind of person I want to be.