Well Ka-Phooey.
I'm tired of updating on the same old shit. So mostly I just go to work & do the show & never say a word around here. But then I feel like I'm depriving someone (mostly myself) of something.
This weekend was a major downer because my dearest, oldest friend has decided he has no other choice than to kill himself. My love, my heart, his name is Bob & he's a local actor. He's been taking care of me since I was 14. He was the crazy old guy who bought us alcohol because that's what he's done for technicians all his life & he never thought it should be any different just because we were underage. I've taken care of him & watched over him, and at the same time he's come to bail me out of some of the hardest times in my life.
Bob is the best hippy in the world. He's always loaded. Always fucked up on something....but no matter what he's always been...just Bob. But, he found out he has diabetes and it basically means a major life change. He's going to be 48...he's been a substance maniac since he was 15. He doesn't want to change. So he's been fighting it. A few years ago he fell down a trap door staircase at a theatre and I had to go pick him up off the ground...and when he decided not to go to the doctor, I put his shoulder & collar bone back into place. I've always fixed Bob. Everytime anythings gone wrong for him, he's come to me & I just make it my job to fix him. But now he waited too long & I can't. He injured his foot over two months ago & it's not healing. It's turning black. He knows it has to be amputated.
And all he has to say is " If they have to take my foot, I'm going to take my life before they get the chance" And I don't know how to not have my Bob. So I spent all my weekend just baby sitting him. And the hardest part to deal with...is I can't not go to work just to keep watching him...and I don't know what to do.
And then my other piece of happy news. I got a fucking supoena from that fuckhead who walked in front of traffic FOUR DAYS before I have to be there. Because I don't have a job & this might not be something that affects my career seeing as how it's on a THURSDAY at 10 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. I hope I'm the person who shows up & causes him to lose his case, because if they are going to waste my time, HE SURE AS FUCK IS NOT GOING TO GET PAID FOR WALKING IN FRONT OF TRAFFIC.
So that's the end of my rant. I'm gonna stop there & stress elsewhere. Where is my stress relief when I need it?!
I'm tired of updating on the same old shit. So mostly I just go to work & do the show & never say a word around here. But then I feel like I'm depriving someone (mostly myself) of something.
This weekend was a major downer because my dearest, oldest friend has decided he has no other choice than to kill himself. My love, my heart, his name is Bob & he's a local actor. He's been taking care of me since I was 14. He was the crazy old guy who bought us alcohol because that's what he's done for technicians all his life & he never thought it should be any different just because we were underage. I've taken care of him & watched over him, and at the same time he's come to bail me out of some of the hardest times in my life.
Bob is the best hippy in the world. He's always loaded. Always fucked up on something....but no matter what he's always been...just Bob. But, he found out he has diabetes and it basically means a major life change. He's going to be 48...he's been a substance maniac since he was 15. He doesn't want to change. So he's been fighting it. A few years ago he fell down a trap door staircase at a theatre and I had to go pick him up off the ground...and when he decided not to go to the doctor, I put his shoulder & collar bone back into place. I've always fixed Bob. Everytime anythings gone wrong for him, he's come to me & I just make it my job to fix him. But now he waited too long & I can't. He injured his foot over two months ago & it's not healing. It's turning black. He knows it has to be amputated.
And all he has to say is " If they have to take my foot, I'm going to take my life before they get the chance" And I don't know how to not have my Bob. So I spent all my weekend just baby sitting him. And the hardest part to deal with...is I can't not go to work just to keep watching him...and I don't know what to do.
And then my other piece of happy news. I got a fucking supoena from that fuckhead who walked in front of traffic FOUR DAYS before I have to be there. Because I don't have a job & this might not be something that affects my career seeing as how it's on a THURSDAY at 10 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. I hope I'm the person who shows up & causes him to lose his case, because if they are going to waste my time, HE SURE AS FUCK IS NOT GOING TO GET PAID FOR WALKING IN FRONT OF TRAFFIC.
So that's the end of my rant. I'm gonna stop there & stress elsewhere. Where is my stress relief when I need it?!
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I PLANNED IT! I WANTED TO SEE THAT GOOD CHRISTIAN HAVE A HEART ATTACK
how bout i show you my boob.. and see how you react? haha
i love you.
let's make love.
What about short fat men gliding on ice?
holy moly. i love you.
and you arent a christian gramma, unless we are pretending to be holy here.