Wednesday, April 03, 2002

Dear Journal:

Wow so much shit has happened the past few days that it’s not even funny. Take yesterday for instance.

Dad comes to wake me up at 6:45 in the morning saying, “Oh by the way… You have a doctor’s appointment this morning. Mom will be here around 7:30 to take you to Dr. Paul’s (our dentist) so wake up and get ready.” My god I was pissed. I mean, every mother fucking time! She tells me everything at the last fucking minute. She drives me flipping nuts!

Well, the appointment was okay. I mean, how good can it get when you find out that you have to have dental reconstructive surgery? I have a receding root on number 25. Number 25 is a tooth on the lower set just underneath the canines’.

Well, then I get home and mom won’t let me go down to Karen’s mother’s work to have lunch with her. She tells me that the weather is really shitty and stuff like that and then she tells me that it takes an hour and a half to get down there, which is a total lie. She just didn’t want me to go and do things with Karen and her mother.

Well, I decide to go anyways figuring oh fuck her, you know? In that, I had to not go to take care of the dog due to some time restrictions. Anyways, we got down there and lunch was pretty damn good.

On the way back up north, I decide to go and take care of Mandy before I go to work. So I come over to find that she has shit ALL OVER THE PLACE! I mean diarrhea explosion! So I was like, “God damn it. I’ll fucking clean it up later.” It really pissed me off, but I couldn’t do anything about it. So I let Mandy out and then bring her back in and get ready to leave. Mind you, all this time I’m driving my mother’s piece of shit funker junker.

Well, I’m traveling down 13 mile road towards Coolidge to go home and get my shit in order to get to work. I’m getting into the left hand turn lane to go onto Coolidge and I’m following behind this dude driving a truck. He starts to go through the light which has turned yellow and so I begin to follow. He decides not to go so he stops. And I’m like following pretty close doing about 15 miles per hour and I slam on my breaks to stop myself. I slide right into his ass end. Smashed the fuck out of my mom’s van. I mean everything is fucked up. The bumper is a god damn V! Well, I walked away with a bruised chest, a $145 dollar ticket and a pissed off mother.

So I’m going into work to tell them that I won’t be there today because of this. (Gram McCauley was driving me.) And on the way back to Gram’s house on 15 Mile Road, we get into ANOTHER accident! I mean fucking a man! We get out, I’m in total disbelief, and the guy pays Gram $200 check on the spot to avoid getting a ticket and what not.

Well, then we’re going home and then I have to go and clean up the dog shit all over Joann’s fucking living room. It took my 2 ½ hours to clean this fucking stuff up.

So yeah, that was my lovely day. I don’t know. Maybe I’m missing some of it, but what the fuck? Who cares? I know it was the worst fucking day I’ve had in a long fucking time.

So yeah, I’m at Joann’s house right now. I’ll be staying the night to shampoo the carpet while Mandy is at the doggy hospital getting fixed. She’s a bit broken right now.

I’ll let you know how everything turns out! Oh, and by the way! Gram is home from the hospital. They released her not knowing what her problem is, but I’m sure they’ll figure it out.

Back to shampooing the shit out of the carpet. Literally!

Adieu!