Red nail polish

Dear Gus,
Since you're a bit rough, I'm writing this one for you. I don't even want blogspot anymore, but you want me too, so here I am writing in it, lolol. I have to work all this week, so ontop of you not being aloud on the computer all the time, I am not even getting on until after seven o'clock. Fuck a duck, huh? Anyways, I realised, with Joe's help, that being single is better. I realised I am a lot happier, and I do more of what I want. I am also dying my hair sometime this week, which is going to make things better. My dumb roots.
Ohh, Wow, I can get sexual too just came on. That song is so funny.
I hope you are okay, babe. The reasons for you getting introuble are dumb and I am going to miss you a lot. Cheer up. Do what I do. When I am feeling down I think of that conversation we had on the phone when you said you and you know who are talking. Broken Jars Of Jelly! It always makes me smile. You and Kendra will get through it too, I know it.
I love you. ;]
Jeeese-laweeeese working at the comissary is fun, but like..worksome. I am working all this week and I am going to try and work Sunday. My back is killing me. Maybe I am like "what's his name" from Church. I am like..20 years older then I really am. If that makes sense? 26..80! you mean? Right? We're halarious.
Meeees and my insiders. Make more with me! ;]