I do not like my wife. or
I need to be smarter about what I write in this journal. Kim took my Danielson Famile CD out of my car without my permission! How dare she! I am nice to her and I let her have my air-conditioned Accord on Sunday while I take out her hot-as-Hell-if-Hell-is-having-a-sunny-day Camero with no working air during what was not a wintry afternoon by the way, and this is how she repays me? I do not know if I want to weep or move her picture from my desk into the can o' trash.
(I don't have a problem with you taking it, Kim. I really don't. Really. I mean it. NOW GIVE IT BACK NOW! I NEED IT! Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. It's just that I want to hear just the littlest bit of "Let Us A.B.C.," just the part where the 3/4 rhythm of the song grinds against the 4/4 and 5/4 snare drum beats and the tight harmonies start to...I CAN'T TAKE IT! WHERE DID YOU HIDE IT? WHERE?!?)
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In fact, I do not like anybody. Context: Beth-Annie is talking about how much she likes San Fran, but that it's too expensive, there's earthquakes, blah blah blah, so she and Ed would never move there. I say something sarcastic (and relatively non sequiturish) about that if Ed found a job that paid more than $250,000 in that hilly city, she'd move there regardless of any earthquakes. Here is her lovely reply:
"Show me anywhere Josh can make $271K and I'll move there faster than you can embarrass yourself in a disc golf tournament."
I will never stop crying.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
