Thursday, June 22, 2006
not finished...
ranting about the asshole. how can he be so mean. why doesn't he act his age? he's 50 for crissake. he's never going to grow up. i just want five minutes with a baseball bat. i'll start at his knees and work my way up.
i was telling h last night that i was afraid they'd get to the ceremony and the dumbass wouldn't say "i do," i guess that's the way that it could be worse. man, i don't know how much she's going to take before she finally gives up on him. i don't think she's even sure.
just got a call form Pam (barbarian's replacement this week) we're going to meet for coffee after my appt. with the pdoc tomorrow. this will my first appt with the pdoc that sean hasn't accompanied me in about a year. i'm afraid i'm going to forget things and get things muddled up. i know that i can write things down. i think i will or i'm sure to forget things. it's like i check my brain at the door when i walk into her office. that's where sean is helpful. she brings her brain into the office.
marsha thinks that once some time has passed, i'll find out what happened to sean. i'm not as optimistic.
the whole situation sucks.
back to the fucktard. i just don't understand how someone can act that way. i'll never understand. guess i might as well give up trying. i hope he does get his someday. and i hope he gets it good.
Posted by Lisa ::
3:20 PM ::
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