Valentine's Day?

What the hell have I gotten into?

It has been forever since my last blog. The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of what the fuck.

First, and foremost, I am now bald. The scabies/ringworm was, in fact, lice. I was awakened a week ago to him pouring a bucket of kerosene on my head. When I fought him he produced scissors and clippers from a bib in his overalls and proceeded to cut and shave all my hair off...all of my body hair. I now resemble 8 year-old Sinead O’Connor. After the fleecing he threw me in the shower and covered me with Avon’s Milk and Honey Bubble Bath before nearly drowning me in cold metallic smelling orange-tinted water. He left me alone. It was nice but pointless considering he has now crossed the boundary of seeing me completely naked while I was conscience. He is more aware of every freckle on my body—more so then me at this point I'm sure.

My insomnia clings to me. In fact, I’m having issue remembering anything before he bunked me in the head. The deductions I am reduced to horrify me. What if this man is my husband? This feels impossible and yet I can not recollect much outside this camper and the evenings of “Everybody Loves Raymond”.

He tells me today is Valentine’s Day which means I have been here way to long.

I did have a major question answered today. I awoke alone in the camper to discover a small box wrapped in toilet paper. It is K-Y Yours and Mine. Lube: this answers the question of weather he is going to eat me or fuck me. As gifts go lube is the worst present I think anyone could give. Then I open the box only to find that it has already been used up and the pink bottle has been refilled with what I can only be bacon fat and the blue bottle has olive oil in it. Maybe he is going to eat me after all.