Simon

Am I Glad Simon Has Arrived

Since Simon arrived life has been as dandy as fucking dandelions. It couldn't be better. Seriously it couldn't. Life is a dream with him here. A dream. With flowers and a trail of dead bodies coming all the way from the Rwandan genocide in 1994. 

He sits around like he's got something to prove. Giving me funny looks. Him giving me funny looks? I wonder if he realises that he is in MY house, on MY property. And that Alex, is MY daughter. He even wore my suit. The suit I wore when I collected MY award. He may as well take my car keys, my money, credit card, oh he needs his own fucking set of keys doesn't he. How could I forget.

He's probably fucking her. He's probably fucking Aids into her. I bet he's got Aids. I can guarantee he has. They both force me out of my own home. He sits where I used to, has the conversations with Alex I used to. He's replaced me, within my own home. Forcing me to go and get stoned with Jackie.