Another boring ass weekend comes to a close. Oh, how I hate this place...blah blah blah. Well, there was sweatiness of course, but it isn't the naughty kind that I'm so very fond of, so it's not worth going into detail.
Still, boredom beats drama any day, so I should count my blessings; namely, I'm nowhere near the weirdness that's surrounding my ex-wife lately. Apparently she's been playing house with ex-hubby #2 on the weekends while he makes futile attempts to bed her female friends during the week. Apparently he divorced her so he could chase after women who would never touch him with a 10 foot pole while doling out pity fucks to her until he can land one. It's weird that the same woman who makes it a hobby to scream in my face at least one month is the oblivious sex slave to the possibly the biggest loser I've ever met; he's always been desperate for someone to have power over, but I never thought he'd ever find it in such a willing retainer. That's a giant load of creepy I'm glad I have nothing to do with, but I'm anticipating her presently docile mood to turn sour when he finally lands a new skank...which means she'll have lots of new aggression to take out on the only person whose ass she doesn't kiss (i.e. ME). I'm praying her naivete and sense of denial will keep her in La-La Land long enough until I find a safe distance from the blast site. I just hope the confusion that its putting Raven in isn't going to add to the therapy she'll need being dragged along for her mom's fucked up social life.
Other than being creeped out about that, life has been pretty normal. My nice stash of money is dwindling down thanks to the insane prices of both gas and car insurance; the weekend commute is slowly killing me financially. Thankfully my student grants and book paycheque will be along in a few weeks to put me back in the green.
Still, boredom beats drama any day, so I should count my blessings; namely, I'm nowhere near the weirdness that's surrounding my ex-wife lately. Apparently she's been playing house with ex-hubby #2 on the weekends while he makes futile attempts to bed her female friends during the week. Apparently he divorced her so he could chase after women who would never touch him with a 10 foot pole while doling out pity fucks to her until he can land one. It's weird that the same woman who makes it a hobby to scream in my face at least one month is the oblivious sex slave to the possibly the biggest loser I've ever met; he's always been desperate for someone to have power over, but I never thought he'd ever find it in such a willing retainer. That's a giant load of creepy I'm glad I have nothing to do with, but I'm anticipating her presently docile mood to turn sour when he finally lands a new skank...which means she'll have lots of new aggression to take out on the only person whose ass she doesn't kiss (i.e. ME). I'm praying her naivete and sense of denial will keep her in La-La Land long enough until I find a safe distance from the blast site. I just hope the confusion that its putting Raven in isn't going to add to the therapy she'll need being dragged along for her mom's fucked up social life.
Other than being creeped out about that, life has been pretty normal. My nice stash of money is dwindling down thanks to the insane prices of both gas and car insurance; the weekend commute is slowly killing me financially. Thankfully my student grants and book paycheque will be along in a few weeks to put me back in the green.
lilmissmorbid:
Happy Monday!
aikaterine:
Keep me updated on the book thing. I actually have something to talk to you about if I ever get online again 