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My life in type....

Saturday, May 29, 2004

And yet again here I sit. This time I've been overlooked for a 22 year old fuck up. Nice. And he knew I wanted to do something tonight.

R + Abe + new 350Z + Imperial Beach + Far East Rock + new golf clubs + booze + holiday weekend = ???

Please feel free to insert any number of concequences here.

Here are some I'm thinking of:
Bar fight = cops = arrest.
Stolen car.
Broken into car = stolen golf clubs.
DUI.
Broken down door.
Crying wife.
Somebody getting killed because of drinking and driving.
Late night phone calls.

Let me just say I'm really done. I thought he was more sophistcated than this.

All I can say now is that I'm so glad marriage counciling starts up again on Friday. This will definately come up. It has got to stop.

I have a mind to call the cops tonight if he shows up with the little fuck in tow. R say's he feels obligated to him. OK. Why, I ask. What does a 33 year old man have in common with a 22 year old brat who has already gotten 2 DUI's, refuses to go to school, has to take the bus everywhere he goes, spends all his money on drugs booze and cigs, who is rude to his wife. I gave the kid a chance and then he ruined my carpet and couch and was a snot about it. Whee fun.

This whole thing disgusts me. I truly do feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

Other than that the world is just grand. I get the house to myself, I'll punch up a movie on the digital cable, I'll order chinese food, I'll let my hair air-dry and do a clay mask.

Lemons into lemonaide - done.

I just hope the boy comes home in one piece - preferably tomorrow.

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