Miss Prioritay.

So I have this friend and her name is…….hmmmm…..uhhhhh SouthernBelle. No, that’s a mouthful to type. Ok how about SB?

 

So SB calls me up, she’s telling me about the drama with her 15 year old. She’s a 35 year old single mom that I work with. Nice girl. Very small, very tan, very sun damaged, very high alcohol intake 5 foot tall woman. Big old trauma history- her mom was a wreck while she was being raised, chaotic early home life. You name it.

 

Well we’ll call her Miss Prioritay.

 

Ok so Miss Priority has this drama with her son. I thought that’s why she was calling me, that situation is pretty hectic. But I’m wrong.

 

She’s calling me about her boyfriend drama. Mack calls her the Toku Hunter – this means FWB Hunter. I can’t explain it further than that. If you don’t understand, I’m terribly sorry. But this is work email, sorry dudes.

 

So I gave her some advice about her son, which she will not take. My advice was – get thee to a family counsellor. Your string of boyfriends and bad living situations didn’t help. But she’s not going to do that. So that was five minutes.

 

We’ve now spent 31 of the last 36 minutes talking about the boyfriend. Aye carumba. Miss Prioritay, the KIDS come first, not your TOKU! Oh well. She will learn. Still a nice person. Not the best friend I’ve ever had. I hemmed her jeans; she whines about giving me a ride home, though it’s two miles away. She wants her music CD, which will take about two hours to download, but she won’t come over to my house and visit. Whatever. Oh well, some people just have issues.