I really don't know any other way to describe it. Remember when I said my friend was missing for over a month? Well it turns out she's in jail. Not sure why yet, some kind of family drama but that wasn't the worst part of it. What really chapped our hides was the fact that we couldn't find anyone in her family who was willing to tell us what the fuck. I've only known this girl for fourteen years (since she was 16), its not like she's the baby sister I never had or anything people! (I grew up an only child.) Thankfully a another family friend was able to talk some sense into them and we managed to find out a little bit about what happened. They are still being really tight lipped about the whole thing but we know where she is so we're just going to pay her a visit and get all the info from her. Still, I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning. She has a toddler and there is some family drama around that which I have a nasty feeling is only going to escalate even after she gets out. I want to believe something positive could come out of this (something positive out of jail? Yes!) but the pessimist in me just won't let the nagging feeling of dread go away.
Finally got paid and managed to get some of the bills paid, I'll be able to cash in the stock that vested recently and get a whole lot of debt squared away AND we will finally be able to buy a FUCKING BED! We've been sleeping on an air mattress ever since last year when we found out our old mattress was infested with bed bugs. Yuk. The bugs are dead, gone and buried so we have no worries about them coming back but sleeping on an air mattress for this long is doing wonders for our sleep patterns (cue sarcasm). Last but certainly not least is my lovely Jean Gray will be going into the shop tomorrow or the next day to finally get her smog test done along with a few other items. I won't be able to get her truly road worthy until the stock is cashed in (She needs a but load of suspension work) but I'll be able to park her anywhere I want and drive her short distances without fear of her getting towed by some cop with a grudge against street racers.
Oh yeah and I can finally get divorced after nearly ten fucking years.
So those are the highs and lows of my life right now. Now that you are sufficiently depressed go look at some tits. That always makes me feel better.
