I got home yesterday to discover my favorite convicted domestic violence parolee helping the boyfriend with shit around the house. I've alluded to the white trash, and I will post on them someday, but right now I just don't have the energy to pour that much venom into a post. I ask when he's leaving, I'm told "When he's done," and there was a large chore at hand, "He's cheap labor." I sighed and retreated to the bedroom defeated. Last night, I was prepared to launch and all-out war against... Sign in to see full entry.