Words Fail Me…
Sunday, May 31st, 2009(Note: This post contains coarse language including the f-bomb. If that’s a problem, you should probably come back for the next post.)
I feel like I owe you folks a real post. It’s been awhile. I know. But lately, I’ve lost the urge. To be honest, I’m kind of drowning. I’m sure it will get better, but I’m just having a real [expletive deleted] hard time seeing it.
Jen’s home, but that’s more a midpoint than an end to this mess we’re living through. I’m getting some help from family members and friends and I hope it’s enough to keep me from losing my job. If we think things are bad right now, they will be exponentially harder when I get fired.
I’m in trouble, peeps. I wish I could talk to my parents. Both dead. So that’s out. Sometimes it really sucks to have been born to really old parents.
Assuming I can keep my job, perhaps I won’t lose the house this year. I don’t know. There’s a part of me that just wants to mail the keys to the lender and walk away. But my boys need a home. So, I push on and hope for the next lifeboat.
Anyway, enough depressing crap from me.
Here’s a funny bit I realized today. Farts in the shower are like, ten times more horrendous because the ‘shields are down’ per se. No pants, no filter.



