What star was this?

I’m starting to feel as though I must have been born under some very intense fucking star or – I don’t know what. I just don’t understand why everything I get involved in turns into some kindof weird hollywood-esque drama involving prison or death threats or crazy sex (and i’m not complaining about the sex part – I’m just saying – what the fuck?)

I mean – even as a union rep in the middle of nowhere I find myself in something that I really wish I could slowly back out of and shut the door on. I want to come home. I hope weather doesn’t fuck with my flight tomorrow. I want to come home so bad.

And yes, I would phone someone for support right now – but my cel doesn’t get service here and the phone in my motel room seems busted. At least I don’t seem to be able to call out long distance. Damn.