She Sounds Like a Ton of Fun and Gloom

We have a friend who is making the drive out to the hill country, and he’s bringing his girlfriend. One we have never met… they come and go with him, and each time we’re given a list of do’s-and-do-not’s. The last one was 20 years younger and acted like a child with a whole lot of crazy going on in her head. That was fun. Tomorrow I’m driving them around to wineries and going to possibly start doing drugs of some sort, or find a corner and cry myself silly. Hopefully I’ll find drugs because crying has never been my go to response to anything. Maybe I should try it, though. On second thought, maybe I’ll do both and then go play in traffic.

There’s no talk of my website. I hope she doesn’t ask me what I do. Pffft! Maybe he should tell her she is not allowed to ask me what I do, for fuck’s sake. She’s not thrilled about having to sleep in  my studio. That gives me a reason to be welcoming when she arrives. She’s against pot… I’m pretty sure she’s going to hate Devil and the other couple joining us… she’ll like me because I don’t do any drugs or smoke pot… again, I hope she doesn’t ask me what I do, because she’ll hate me, too! There’s also no talk of the last bat shit crazy bitch he brought around us. Maybe I should ask for a list of what we can fucking talk about.

What the fuck. I’m so fucking annoyed today and knowing we can’t be ourselves in our own home has me fully loaded to the pissed off position… and if I hear one more fucking time that it’s because of her fucking childhood, I’m going to rip the head off of the doll she probably hides in her purse. Maybe people should stop blaming their childhood for them being a fucking asshole and just own the fact that they are a fucking asshole by choice. Goddamn fucking wankers.