Journal mcgrew's Journal: -- Superstition 6
If you believe in things you don't understand you're gonna suffer -- Superstition ain't the way. Very superstitious, wash you face and hands. Rid me of the problem, do all that you can. -Stevie Wonder
Happy Friday the thirteenth!
The last night Evil-X spent in my house was Friday the thirteenth. The only unlucky thing about it was she didn't leave when Patty was a baby instead of thirteen years later.
There haven't been any women around (well, not in my house anyway) for weeks. The last time one was there was when I ran Tammy off. Two days later was the last time I talked to Ms. lady.
As to her, the possibility has crossed my mind that maybe she wasn't really going through a divorce at all. Maybe she just wanted a fling.
Yesterday a young woman I'm acquainted with dropped by at lunch wanting to use my phone, having left hers in Tammy's car. She tried calling her phone, then tried calling Tammy's phone, but got no answer. She left, I ate and went back to work.
The last time Patty was home, I got drunk and took a drunken horny woman home with me; I could have sworn I journaled it, but I can't find the journal. Anyway, it was Father's Day. I was staggering home from the bar and ran across an equally drunken woman, and we wound up on my couch drinking even more, and wound up getting intimate.
Patty came home noisily about 3:00 "Who is she?" she yelled; there was clothing all over the living room floor, inclucing a double D bra which I'm sure made her think I was with Tami. She hates Tami's guts. I put on a robe, gathered up the woman's clothing, and Patty ran her off and then left. A few days later I saw her at a convinience store and apologized for my daughter's behavior.
While on my way home last night (it was Friday the 13th already a few time zones over) I ran into her again. She was thankful, which I couldn't understand at all. Apparently while we were drunkenly talking and making out and... well, apparently I helped her sort some stuff out about her life. I'd have taken her home and fucked her again if I wasn't expecting Patty.
Patty showed up full of hugs and visited for half an hour before going to see her mother. She's supposed to hang out with me today while I go pay bills and do laundry and stuff. After she left I ate dinner and went to Felber's, where two different women were flirting with me. I swear, it never rains but it pours, and only when you can't use the water.
Fearing a rerun of Patty's last visit I only drank a couple of beers before going home early. As I was watching No Country for Old Men, Charlie called. "haven't seen you for a while..."
Then Tammy called. "Did you call my number?"
"No, that was 'Baby Girl' looking for her phone." It was a short conversation; I'm still pissed off at her.
When I woke up this morning there were two missed calls on the phone, one from Tammy at 10:15 and one from Charlie at 10:45. WTF? They know I have to work. Then it rang -- it was Amy, wanting to borrow money.
It rang again when I was in the shower -- Tammy again. She wants to pay me back the forty dollars (it was eighty but who's counting?) she'd swindled out of me the last time I'd seen her, and she wanted me to go to church with her Sunday.
Damn the luck!
Walkin' down the road tryin' to loosen my load, I got seven women on my mind. One that wants to own me, two that want to stone me, four say they're a "friend" of mine. Take it easy, take it easy. Don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy. -- The Eagles
Soap (Score:2)
Opera!
You gots to get calls from other than womens. I like the selective reporting that enables your narrative.
Again, great read. Hang in there, Casanova.
They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but...
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Re: (Score:2)
One woman looking through my phone's address book exclaimed "Hey, these are all womens' names!" Not entirely correct, but I do have more female friends than male friends. Looking at my call listing, Will was the last guy to call me, that was Sunday.
Usually my phone doesn't ring much at all. But no, I don't put every litte thing I do in these journals. It would be boring as hell, almost as boring as the average Twitter feed.
Previous journal (Score:2)
The journal about the previous visit is this one: http://slashdot.org/journal/252108/ [slashdot.org]
Awesome journal, BTW. Too bad you don't write up your memoirs or use your literary powers for fiction.
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Thanks, man. I have the old Paxil Diaries [kuro5hin.org] assembled as a novel (actually two volumes) in PDF form, I just need to get off my ass and publish it. And as to fiction, there are two short sci-fi pieces, Hadron Destroyers [slashdot.org] and We still haven't found extraforgostnic life [slashdot.org]. There will be more of those.
Eye stuff. (Score:2)
Since you seem to have an interest in staying on top of eye transplants and medicine.
http://www.svd.se/nyheter/inrikes/biosyntetisk-hornhinna-snart-verklighet_5192051.svd [www.svd.se] (swedish)
Basicly a biosynthetic cornea made from the patients own cells is transplanted. Removing the need for donated corneas and reducing the risk of immune response.
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Yeah, I've seen that... slashdot covered a story about it a month or so ago.