Like I do every afternoon, I take my little break.
Today I went and brushed my teeth, like always, and went back to my desk to check my horoscope.


*Sneeze*

I use a little Germ-x and head to my desk drawer for some lotion.
I flip open the top, squirt a little into my palm and that's when it happens... ... ...
I close my eyes and inhale. As I exhale the memories start to .

*January 2006*

I was living in an apartment in Allen Texas with a girl named Nicole. I was dating a guy named Wil and Casey was probably my best friend at the time other than Nicolette. It was really cold outside and I was laying on the floor watching Clerks, the animated version... I look behind me and he says, "You are the love of my life... I'm so glad we are together... ... And by the way, Heather has hired a PI that's been following you."

"WHAT!?!" - me

"Yeah, she's going to use you in court so that I cant see my kids." - him

"DOUBLE WHAT!?!" - me

"It will be ok... Just as long as I have you, nothing else matters." - him


*LAUGHING*

Mannnnnn... ... ... Funny ass shit. I wonder what that guy is up to these days...

hahahahahahahaha

The smell of cigarettes linger...
"Ohhh... What day is it??" I think to myself... "Sunday... Sunday is good. I can go back to sleep"
I reach up towards the window to open the blinds and I see it.
Blood.
Blood all over my left arm.
Blood all over my hands.
Blood all over my pillow.
Am I dreaming or awake? Fuck... Pills and booze =s not good for me.
I sit up and notice that I'm half way dressed, hair stuck to my face and a bit of a headache. Ok, a major headache.
"Ok Jen", I say to myself, "You made it home, your car's out front BUT where did this blood come from?"
So, I recap my day...
I went to a wedding.
I went home.
I took a nap.
I went to July.
I went to Lee Harvey's.
I went to Weekends. Alone.
I went to Weekends alone...

What happened at Weekends? I didn't drink while I was there. I went inside. I left... What happened at Weekends???
I get up, finally make it out of bed... I look on the floor. My skirt, my debit card, my paper ID (hahahahaha thanks GPD).
I go into the rest room and look in the mirror... ... ...

I guess what happens at Weekends can be seen on my face: