i'm a fool.
(does this blog *always* have to be about boy troubles? the topic is feeling a bit worn, really.)
i had been letting my on-again off-again boy stay with me for the last month. yes, the same goddamned one that i've written about previously.
(everyone is welcome and encouraged to smack me upside the head next time we meet.)
he's been unemployed, looking for work. i've been keeping him housed, fed, clean-clothed, alcoholed and nicotined. because i thought maybe this time it was going someplace. it was rocky, tumultuous, sometimes borderline surprised-the-neighbors-didn't-call-the-cops, but i thought that, maybe, this time, it would go someplace.
oh, it went someplace. straight to his friend's bedroom, apparently. the single welfare mom that he's been spending his days with while i've been, as usual, working 50, 60, 70 hours a week.
i hate when my life turns into a bad cliche. any day that you think that your life could be made into a lifetime channel tuesday night movie is a bad day.
fortunately, despite giving it the old college try, i knew that it was probably doomed and been keeping a somewhat healthy distance. i was waiting for him to find employment before kicking his ass out the door. apparently, however, that was unnecessary, since it seems that he's already found another fool to take him in. his bag is packed and waiting for him.
i wish he didn't still have my housekeys. anyone know a cheap locksmith?
(does this blog *always* have to be about boy troubles? the topic is feeling a bit worn, really.)
i had been letting my on-again off-again boy stay with me for the last month. yes, the same goddamned one that i've written about previously.
(everyone is welcome and encouraged to smack me upside the head next time we meet.)
he's been unemployed, looking for work. i've been keeping him housed, fed, clean-clothed, alcoholed and nicotined. because i thought maybe this time it was going someplace. it was rocky, tumultuous, sometimes borderline surprised-the-neighbors-didn't-call-the-cops, but i thought that, maybe, this time, it would go someplace.
oh, it went someplace. straight to his friend's bedroom, apparently. the single welfare mom that he's been spending his days with while i've been, as usual, working 50, 60, 70 hours a week.
i hate when my life turns into a bad cliche. any day that you think that your life could be made into a lifetime channel tuesday night movie is a bad day.
fortunately, despite giving it the old college try, i knew that it was probably doomed and been keeping a somewhat healthy distance. i was waiting for him to find employment before kicking his ass out the door. apparently, however, that was unnecessary, since it seems that he's already found another fool to take him in. his bag is packed and waiting for him.
i wish he didn't still have my housekeys. anyone know a cheap locksmith?
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stopsnitchin:
um... either way, I can bring a can of WHOOP-ASS for you!
peckman80:
have fun businessing it up on your trip, where is the tripo anyways?... its 701am and im still drunk thats awesome