5.12.1997
Mom has been having bad luck lately. A while back she fell down at home and broke her toe. She's had all sorts of problems with Dad going screwy mental on her, and more recently she got into a car accident. Oh, and she had another bad fall at her home.
The car accident took place when she was coming home from work. Coincidentally the man that hit her was a coworker of hers, he rear-ended her car twice because he kept fucking around with the tape deck in his car instead of paying attention to the road ahead. The dumbshit. Last week Mom fell down again on the front steps of my parent's house and smacked her head on the concrete driveway. This time she badly bruised the whole right side of her body and she had to go to the emergency room to have about a half dozen metal staples shot into her noggin. It's very nasty to look at. I've seen it twice now, once at work a couple of days after it happened, and then this past weekend at my parent's place. I brought Jennifer with me and I think Mom was enjoying showing off her battle damage to us during the visit.
I've been really unhappy with my living situation. Jennifer has become more of a room mate than a girlfriend and in a way, I'm miserable about it. I've already talked to the guys back at the B Street house about me moving back in with them. Nothing is available there right now. I wouldn't want to be there at the moment anyway, Senor 23 tells me two of their newest room mates are white trash that have turned one of the livingrooms into a makeshift meth/tattoo shop. So when and if I do split from Jennifer's place it's probably going to be someplace else instead of B Street. I'm stressed out about the situation.
Work has been okay. Squirmy gave me a salary increase, $240 a month raise. That's pretty good. But every night when I leave there to come home I always feel like I'm gonna get fired for something when I show up to work the next day. It's all just in my head, I guess. On my breaks, and sometimes after the shift is over I goof around on the internet looking up and printing out all kinds of crap that interests me. I don't have a computer at home so I find stuff about the 1968 Cougar, video games, and Russian mail order brides. Actually there's a few of us on swingshift that have been fascinated with the Russian mail order bride websites. We've noticed the women pictured there are either drop dead gorgeous or they are ugly like I've never seen ugly before. I mean, that kind of ugly is unnatural.
The car accident took place when she was coming home from work. Coincidentally the man that hit her was a coworker of hers, he rear-ended her car twice because he kept fucking around with the tape deck in his car instead of paying attention to the road ahead. The dumbshit. Last week Mom fell down again on the front steps of my parent's house and smacked her head on the concrete driveway. This time she badly bruised the whole right side of her body and she had to go to the emergency room to have about a half dozen metal staples shot into her noggin. It's very nasty to look at. I've seen it twice now, once at work a couple of days after it happened, and then this past weekend at my parent's place. I brought Jennifer with me and I think Mom was enjoying showing off her battle damage to us during the visit.
I've been really unhappy with my living situation. Jennifer has become more of a room mate than a girlfriend and in a way, I'm miserable about it. I've already talked to the guys back at the B Street house about me moving back in with them. Nothing is available there right now. I wouldn't want to be there at the moment anyway, Senor 23 tells me two of their newest room mates are white trash that have turned one of the livingrooms into a makeshift meth/tattoo shop. So when and if I do split from Jennifer's place it's probably going to be someplace else instead of B Street. I'm stressed out about the situation.
Work has been okay. Squirmy gave me a salary increase, $240 a month raise. That's pretty good. But every night when I leave there to come home I always feel like I'm gonna get fired for something when I show up to work the next day. It's all just in my head, I guess. On my breaks, and sometimes after the shift is over I goof around on the internet looking up and printing out all kinds of crap that interests me. I don't have a computer at home so I find stuff about the 1968 Cougar, video games, and Russian mail order brides. Actually there's a few of us on swingshift that have been fascinated with the Russian mail order bride websites. We've noticed the women pictured there are either drop dead gorgeous or they are ugly like I've never seen ugly before. I mean, that kind of ugly is unnatural.
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