I really don't like Nate's friend Sara.
At first I did.
She's rude, mainly to me, in the place where I live. I really have never stood for people being actually rude to me in my house. Jokingly mean and/or rude is fine. But she's literally rude to me.
Plus, she's not being fair to Nate. Or at least, she wasn't being fair to Nate. He says they've both "...realised there's nothing coming out of this, but I still want to be her friend," he says. I still don't like her, though. After what she did to Brian then started doing to Nate... that's fucked up.
On all levels.
James is sleeping on my couch. In an awkward position. His back is going to destroy itself. I should wake him up. Looks painful.
Monica wants to see me, and I her, but her son. So probably not today. And his father is being a douche, so she's not letting him have him for a while. I really think this might work better than before.
Before, I met Rhiannon earlier on. Bad idea. Then she started calling me dad. Then Jenn and I started spending more time together than is healthy.
Then we got married.
This seems better because we don't see each other. At all really. Twice a week or so. It's nice to have freedom but still be with her. I know it just started a week ago, but, you know.
- JWK
All The Flair Of A Filing Cabinet by Jacob Karnas
Please visit my satire column ALL THE FLAIR OF A FILING CABINET... here.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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