drpirate

Some day my shoulder will turn into a sponge. I got a phone call from somebody I know her oven is not working. I went there and looked at it, she turned off the gas to the oven. I relit the pilot and by the time I turned around she started to cry and bitch about her boyfriend (she does this every other week) She is leaving him, he's no good for her... and when she breaks up with him it only last a couple of days then she starts all over with him. Two weeks later my shoulder is a sponge again... I guess she does't have any friends, because I only know her from my sisters work. I could understand if we were friends, but all she ever does is bitch and moan and groan...

I'm glad of these journals, I can get this junk off my mind...