Showing posts with label ...and I don't want to live this life. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Happy Holiday Season...FROM JAIL!

Christ.

It took longer to get him out cos the fucking jail had to go on lock-down (I'm going to 'splain more later), so I spent the WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT hanging out in jail.  Me.  ME.  

On the good side, ShaQuaNeeda The Guard in Central Booking and I are now pals.  

Kill me now.  

What was Harry arrested for?  You won't believe it.  It was a Contempt of Court charge for back-owed child support.  Yeah, for his 22 year old daughter.  Oh, wait -- it gets better:  Want to know how much?  $129.00.  Seriously.  One hundred and twenty-nine dollars.  I do not understand how that turns into a thousand, but...whatever.  And don't tell me 'no', because I *saw* the paperwork when I had to go pick up his girlfriend to get him out.  $129.00 = $1,000.00.  I gave him the receipt and I guess in theory if the order gets vacated, I get my money back (?).  I really have no clue.  I try to not hang out in JAIL.  

Jesus.

I have to teach all day today, and I am exhausted, so of course, I'm giving a test.

Oh, shut up; it'll be a nice one.

BWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

Monday, November 24, 2008

hello dad, i'm in jail!

you know the old was not was song?

i like it here...it's nice!

christ.

i just paid 1k to spring harry's retarded ass. seriously. out of JAIL.
now i have to wait four to six hours for him to be processed and get
to leave.

now on to the 'and hilarity ensues' part.


--UPDATE--

Oh, you've heard it:



Monday, May 07, 2007

I want a vacation.

Ok...I am like, back officially drowning. Crap due tomorrow, and I am probably not going to be done. This is bad. Romeo is ok, Mummers has Jell-O for brains, Meg is back from Vegas, and Harry had his car repo'd. ...this is in spite of the fact that so far this year, I have given him three -- THREE -- months' worth of car payments.

What month is this again?

...think Harry might have been lying to me about how far behind he was?

Ummm...yeah. So it would seem.

BWAAH!

And then I just did my usual paranoid hit-check, and...

Guess who pops up (fifth down) when one asks Google if it is ok to snort Buspar?

Jesusgod, christ-on-a-cracker...

Just fucking shoot me.

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