mcgrew's Journal: -- Errata

I woke up angry this morning, and it'd finally deteriorated to a simple case of the blues. Maybe by later today I'll shake it off.

I went to Felber's last night hoping to find somebody I could buy a bag from, but the usual suspects for that particular "crime" weren't around. That God damned Billie was, though, shooting her mouth off. I'm starting to think that she'd like to commit suicide, but is too cowardly and trying to get someone to do the dirty deed for her.

If the bitch ever hits me again, one of two things is going to happen. Either I'll have her violent psychotic ass thrown in the slammer, or I'll decide she's just a dickless man with tits and put her in the fucking hospital. So I left after two beers, rather than have more possibly violent drama.

But most of my ire is toward Tami.

When I was with Tammy the other evening, she made it clear that there had been one thing coming between us: a fatassed eviil woman. And even though I've refused to speak to Thunderthighs for the last two weeks, Tammy thinks she's going to come back around and I'll let her back in my life. The scheming, amoral, sociopathic bitch is still coming between Tammy and me, even though she's out of the picture. How long will this demon haunt me?

Tammy had talked of her stalker -- her ex, who lives in the same apartment building as her, two doors down. She's scared shitless of him, and found out he had a key to her apartment. She got hold of the apartment manager, and found it will be two weeks before they can get around to changing her locks. "I'm afraid the bastard will come in the middle of the night and slit my throat," she said.

I gallantly offered to let her stay at my place until the locks were changed.

"No, Tami will come back and I don't need the drama!"

"She's not coming back. She might try, but she's not getting in."

"Yeah, that's what you say now...

Damn that Tami.

I called Tammy this morning, hoping she could spend some time with me this weekend.

She didn't answer the phone, which replaced my angry mood with a blue one.

But an hour later I cheered up; she called back. "I was at work", she said; she's been cleaning houses. And it looks like if I'm not too unlucky she'll be spending Satuday with me.

Saturday is my wedding anniversary. I picked that day partly to be sure I'd remember it, and how I regret that decision now!