Hello everyone, and how do we fare on this wonderful (for some, I hope) Wednesday evening? Better than me, I hope. Today has just been one of those days. I'm tellin' ya. I can fill ya in pretty quickly though...things are pretty simple. 1: Joe - Prick. Simple as that. Not much else to say. Has a strange fetish for trashing folk's clothes. And cursing at people. Yeah. I really thought that I had some growing up to do, but this man has proved to me that I am not alone. Who the fuck throws somebody's clothes away? Jen wears them! I really don't understand. Well, after the first time I was cursed over all of my "laundry", Jen offered to wash my work shirt(this is 1 (one) t-shirt by the way). Well, I was just trying to be friendly and joke and said to tell Joe thanks for not throwing my work shirt in the trash. Well, he decides to get on the other phone and curse me a second time, OVER A FUCKING T-SHIRT! By the way, I am 20 years old, and grown. I don't take orders unless they're from my boss, at my job. I hate to burst your bubble there Joe, but you ain't my Daddy. And that's all I have to say about that. Sidenote: I will give Joe credit for one thing. He hasn't tried to fight me "yet". I've always heard that you can only avoid confrontation for so long, but I hope what I hear is wrong. Because if it comes down to that, things won't be pretty. 2: Carol - Fucking idiot and hypocritical as I've ever seen. Don't ever call my cell phone again. You are the most two faced woman I've ever met in my life. Please try not to make it so obvious next time, k? This bitch tells her daughter that I'm fuckin' other girls, doin' shitloads of drugs, drinkin' and drivin', and God knows what else. Then, when Jen leaves, and isn't at Shoney's, she calls my cell phone, using the nicest tone she's probably EVER used with me on my voicemail, asking me to have Jen call her when I talk to her. She even said thanks. Can we say "hypocrit"? I know I sure can. Look it up Carol, I'm sure Mr. Webster can tell you what the word means. Or do you even know who Mr. Webster is? Sidenote: Carol, don't you EVER talk about me behind my back, I don't care if it's to your daughter or your fucking priest. Don't do it. You don't know me. Just like Joe, you've made no effort to get to know me. You really shouldn't talk about things you don't know about. Sidenote: "Confucious say, it is better to be silent and thought a fool, than to speak up and remove all doubt." Write that down Carol...learn it. On to the good news, Jen and I are still doing good...well to be honest, great. She's the love of my life. I hope none of this crazy shit that is happening changes anything that we have going for us. She is honestly the only thing in my life that I care about keeping around. It looks like she'll be staying with me for a few days. Hopefully we'll get to spend some quality time together, that we've been missing lately, due to her parents grudge against me. But anyways...(dunt dunt dunn....) I must scurry off now. Jen and I rented some movies and I think we're about to go watch one. Until then... -Tom Sidenote: You're a queer, you're a queer, you're a queer, so bend over and take it in the rear! Sidenote: Yeah, just fucking wait. Take your fuckin' happy ass down the road somewhere and get out of my life. Fucking whore.