Every once in awhile, it IS about me.
2004-11-18...6:03 p.m.


This is supposed to be MY night away. When I don't have to worry about the kids, and I can trust Corey and Dad to take care of themselves. For ONE GODDAMN HOUR. God why can't he just let me have my time without bugging me to go to the stupid fucking BAR??? CHRIST!!! It's not like we're not going tomorrow. And the next day. FUCK. But NOOOOOooooooooooooooo - there's nothing abnormal about THAT. Not at all. How freaking inconsiderate. How mean. How selfish. He can't skip going to the bar for ONE FUCKING NIGHT?
And my ASS he's going to be back by 6:30. Or even 6:45. Mmmhmm. SURE. If he does, I'll kiss his ass. With tongue if he wants.

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