in february 2005 i wrote about being sick of her and finally kicking her out. i'm sure there's an entry all about it somewhere, but a quickish recap: i didn't invite her to live with me, just for coffee one night. she was driving her friend's illegally tagged car when she got pulled over about 100 yards from my house. she had no car, no job, no place to live, and a young son that live with the father somewhere in KC. i think i may have told her that she could stay for a couple of days if she needed to.
at first it was kind of fun,
but after a couple months of her always being around, i wanted her gone. after i kicked her out she called sometimes but i didn't see her again until she dropped by a few months later to introduce me to her fiance. she was already pregnant. about a year later, she stopped by my job to show me her new baby. i didn't hear from her again until i moved south(2007), when she contacted me via email and then soon after began calling a few times a week.
at first it was kind of fun,
but after a few months of hearing hours-long rambles of her overly-dramatized accounts of the mundane details of her life, i found myself rolling my eyes and making the jerking-off motion while i waited for her to stop talking. i quickly realized that i didn't care about any of the people or other stupid bullshit that she talked about. fast forward two years and i'm questioning my reluctance to say the words, to utter the judgment that has already been passed in my silence.
she and her husband have separated and are waiting for their tax return to pay for a divorce. the opportunity arose and she stayed the weekend with me.
at first it was kind of fun,
but by the time she left this morning, i had vowed to put effort into not ever letting the opportunity arise again.
it was the live version of the weekly telephone soap opera that i was suckered into signing up for.
examples from the montage of the weekend episode: stories about the fun times and antics of her friends from work(redneck douchebags), her Jillianesque new biker roommate, trying to run off the possum that lives under the deck of her home in the trailer park, raising a coors light and burning a Raiders flag before the game, trying to get one functioning truck out of the two broken down ones in her yard, etc...
she's another example of all-the-parts-fit-but-the-machine-doesn't-work--she's tall and beautiful and i find her repulsive. i'm pretty sure that some of the parts are missing and the wrong parts are in their places. i've described her as fire several times because it sounds nicer than saying she's a hungry leech moving from handout to handout. it makes perfect sense why she'd tried so hard to remain friends with the guy that kicked her out of his house on valentine's day.
at first it was kind of fun,
but after a couple months of her always being around, i wanted her gone. after i kicked her out she called sometimes but i didn't see her again until she dropped by a few months later to introduce me to her fiance. she was already pregnant. about a year later, she stopped by my job to show me her new baby. i didn't hear from her again until i moved south(2007), when she contacted me via email and then soon after began calling a few times a week.
at first it was kind of fun,
but after a few months of hearing hours-long rambles of her overly-dramatized accounts of the mundane details of her life, i found myself rolling my eyes and making the jerking-off motion while i waited for her to stop talking. i quickly realized that i didn't care about any of the people or other stupid bullshit that she talked about. fast forward two years and i'm questioning my reluctance to say the words, to utter the judgment that has already been passed in my silence.
she and her husband have separated and are waiting for their tax return to pay for a divorce. the opportunity arose and she stayed the weekend with me.
at first it was kind of fun,
but by the time she left this morning, i had vowed to put effort into not ever letting the opportunity arise again.
it was the live version of the weekly telephone soap opera that i was suckered into signing up for.
examples from the montage of the weekend episode: stories about the fun times and antics of her friends from work(redneck douchebags), her Jillianesque new biker roommate, trying to run off the possum that lives under the deck of her home in the trailer park, raising a coors light and burning a Raiders flag before the game, trying to get one functioning truck out of the two broken down ones in her yard, etc...
she's another example of all-the-parts-fit-but-the-machine-doesn't-work--she's tall and beautiful and i find her repulsive. i'm pretty sure that some of the parts are missing and the wrong parts are in their places. i've described her as fire several times because it sounds nicer than saying she's a hungry leech moving from handout to handout. it makes perfect sense why she'd tried so hard to remain friends with the guy that kicked her out of his house on valentine's day.
kmk:
but maybe it has nothing to do with valentine's day; i find myself w/o a "jerk-to-motion"...and trust me, sweetie, i still do the motion...maybe it makes perfect sense to... depose of the fire and run like mad to purchase lighter fluid...again. kiss. kmk.