Tuesday, January 17, 2006

 
MIke told me today that he might have to lay me off, cause of all the overtime he gave me before, and with how slow the shops been lately . Then, I called my momma on break today, to see if she could help me out, and the bitch hung up on me. Like my daddy, bless his soul, always said, she wasnt good for nothin no how anyway. I decided not to send my child support payment for February. Those money grubbing bitches can learn to do without for a month or two.

Me and Rico stopped off for a few after work today. He could tell I needed to let loose. WE smokeed some more shit, but it's ok, cause I don't do it every day like him. When i got home, Tiff tore into me about it. Not cause I wsa high, but because I didn't bring her home none. That shit kid of hers got suspended from school yesterday, for skipping class. I aint seen him since, but his ass is mine when I catch him.

That fucking dog is dead. I'm pretty sure I killed it, cause I saw them carry it into the car, and I ain't seen it since. They got a garage too, so I doubt they'll think it was me. I kinda felt bad the first night, but I've been sleeping like a baby ever since. I don't know that the hell I'm going to do if I get laid off. I'll talk to you later.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

 
My god damn neighbor's Retriever barks all night, and they never put him in. I have bad dreams a lot, so my sleep is really precious. I get in a bad mood when I don't get a good nights rest, and that dog has been keeping me up for more than 2 weeks. Last Sunday, I started giving her little bits of antifreeze, because I hear they say that's real bad for dogs and cats. It's been a few days and shes still barking at night, so I'm gonna try a few more times and see what happens.

I think I got the Hawg back in tip top shape. Runnin loud, runnin clean. I just wish I had more time to go ride her. I've been putting in a lot of ot down at the shop lately. With how much Becky asks for every month in child support, I don't have a choice. I love my girls, but I'm getting ready to change my name and move across the country. She's bleedin' me dry. I'm thinking about asking Mike for a raise.

I've been going back to the MacDonalds where I took Jeremy last weekend, to see that colored girl. She says she's 20 years old, and she don't have a boyfriend. I'm pretty sure she'd do me, but I have to think of how I'm going to arrange a date in the drive through. I think I should probably start coming inside to talk to her. I'm gonna have to start working out with all the fries I've been eating. I'll talk to you later.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

 
I'm gonna wake Jeremy up in about 15 minutes and take him for breakfast at MacDonalds. He really likes them Deluxe Big Breakfasts. I like the Mac Griddles. He and I have been getting along better since the last time I had to have a talk with him. I think he understands that I don't hurt him to be mean, I hurt him cause I love him. I told Tiff to explain to him I don't know no better. That's how Daddy, bless his soul, taught me how to be a man, and that's how I'm gonna teach her, well, our boy. He's got a long way to go, but I'll toughen him up yet.

I caught Tiff talking with some guy on the chat thing again. I came home a little early, and I heard some guy talking, but no one talking back. I didn't really hear what he said, and she shut it off when she heard I was home. I told her if that's how she wants to play, fine. I can find someone on the side just as easily. Then she started with the waterworks, saying they're just friends, but I don't buy her bullshit. That's why we're going to MacDonalds. There's this colored girl that's been giving me the eye, and I've never done that kind before. She's got a big ass, and the Hawg likes that. I'll talk to you later.

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