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upset, but that is emotions for you. My emotions defy logic at every turn. Ruby is staring at me and she is not blinking. I have to say I have never met a woman with such long eyelashes. She is a parasite just waiting for Sara, the host, to move in such a way that she can latch herself on. I really want a symbiotic relationship with a man. My last husband was a parasite, sucking my emotions and bank account dry. I think a lot of the men I meet are parasites. They just want what I have or what they think I have. Bad analogy, but you get what I'm trying to say. I look back at Ruby. I hope she is high, because she is creeping me out.
    Sara actually sided with me. I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but she never does. She said that even though I'm old I should always be treated like a queen. It's the nicest thing I've heard all night. She then informs me I have been talking out loud and I should never tell anyone my parasite theory because then they will commit me to a mental institution. Then Ruby comes over and start petting my head and whispers "If they don't, I will" and then she maintains direct eye contact for a good five seconds before scurrying off into her room. She is a weird one, that one. She is more of a rat really.

Chapter nine
    I'm lying in my bed and thinking wouldn't it be nice to stay here. To stay safe in my cocoon of a room . I look out the window and my mind wanders . It's a hard life out there, everyone is so mean. Henry this, Henry that. I sit up on my bed and look at my computer . And you-you are so cruel. I lean back down and just lie there. Here is the only place I feel safe. No one watching, no one judging me and most importantly it's where my chips are located . I roll over and grab at my stash. Stash of chips that is. I pull an unopened bag on my bed and dig in. Henry never let me eat chips. He told me that it was for poor people. Rich people didn't eat chips. I don't know why he though this, maybe it has something to do because chips are cheap. I was deprived of chips for my six year imprisonment with him. I used to hate being alone, but now I enjoy it. I enjoy lying here on a Saturday morning and not having anything to do. My life is a lot quieter now and I get to read the books I want to. I love reading, I always have. I pull a book out from under my pillow. Last night I was transported into another realm filled with witches and wizards. I think back to a conversation I had last night with self proclaimed Rapper.
    "Why don't you do something productive with your life" R.T. Drizzle said. That is his rapper name, R.T. Drizzle. Am I the only one who thinks his name sounds ridiculous . If I was a rapper I would be called nothing. Why? I wouldn't be a rapper. I just don't have any interest in anything like that.
    "Reading is producing." I text back. What? It is. Reading is good, T.V. told me so.
    "No it is not, it is for fools." R.T. Drizzle texted back.
    "Then I'm a fool." I respond then put my phone on the desk and left it there.
    Today's going to be my day I think. A day where I only do what I want to do. And all I want is to lay here, eat my chips and read. I lay there for a good five minutes then realize I need to do my laundry or it will be bikini underwear, again. I get up and grab my laundry bag then head down to the laundry mat. Is it just me or has anyone realized that if you work five days a week then your weekend is just filled with chores you failed to complete during the week. Saturday is chore day.

Chapter ten
    I'm so desperate for affection I often get sucked into doing everyone's work. This is true in all aspects of my life. Dating is no exception. I want so badly for someone to approve of me, to like me, that I sacrifice my happiness in order to try to make them smile. I give them anything I can. One man in particular was a singer. He was on YouTube and yes he can actually sing. The problem was he couldn't write. I'm no expert and I have never written a song before, but when he asked