J Stole Money From M

So last night J and M were fighting as they usually do. Lately it's so much, that I'm expecting that someone is going to get thrown out of a two story window if it continues this way. So M is yelling saying that J stole money from her. Apparently he spent $90 at OfficeMax on school supplies (he just got out of the military and his making use of the GI Bill. Apparently he claims that he puts the money back, but her income is pretty limited due to her being disabled and having to take care of her young kid. He still spent the night... but man the yelling went on for hours.

Drugged Out

Sorry I haven't been writing much lately. Granted I know you don't really care either way, but it makes me feel like the better person... so hence me doing it. In reality, that's why everyone does it... I'm sure someone reading this just got their mind blown.

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Drugged Out

Sorry I haven't been writing much lately. Granted I know you don't really care either way, but it makes me feel like the better person... so hence me doing it. In reality, that's why everyone does it... I'm sure someone reading this just got their mind blown.

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A Dirty Note That Mama Found

So M and J have been keeping me really busy with all of their drama lately, but man is it so juicy. Whoever said that soap operas are just plain fantasy have obviously never met these two drama queens.
So a few days ago M and J had one of their usual fights, which have been ever increasing lately by the way. Which resulted in J slamming the door and leaving for a few days... not to be seen again, or that's what I thought.
So M and I share a walkway that leads up to our front doors, and I saw the other day a pink note which I at first thought was some chicks handwriting but then saw it was signed J. J has such girly handwriting... the only thing it's missing is hearts and smiley faces over the i's. So the note was taped on the door with the writing "Please read this Love, J".
It was obvious that M wasn't taking J's calls so he had to resort to notes in a plea to make his case for stealing her pills. Well this would have been all good and well, except that the note remained on the door till the next day when M's mom arrived.
So, basically I saw it as M sitting in her car and M's mom yelling at her through the car window. My guess is there was something about J stealing M's pills in the note, but of course that's just a guess.
You know I do feel sorry for M, she feels desperate for a guy that will accept all of the problems that she has in her life and her kid, which a lot of guys have problems with to begin with. Yet today I saw M and J sitting in her car with him driving away off to a night of partying. I feel bad for her, but it's her life.

Blowjobs Right Outside My Front Door

So guys I'm so sorry for not writing for a few days.... I had a severe power outage that blew out several computers and most importantly my 30 inch LCD. Luckily, I've got an ancient laptop that I blew the dust off of that I found lying in the closet and boy does it make me thankful for modern technology. Also I'd like to apologize for any misspellings or grammar mistakes due to me not having access to Microsoft Word at the moment (but I am currently looking for a backup cd laying around... hopefully somewhere).

So one of the really freaky things that happened a couple of days ago was this eerie sound I heard outside and guess what, it was M & J. J was sitting in the drivers seat of M's car and M was sitting on the passenger side.
Which brings up a really good point, why do so many women let their boyfriends drive their cars even when the guy doesn't have on of his own? I see this all the time, especially if the guy has a really shitty car and the girl has a really new one.
Now the sound I heard was M's head hitting the steering wheel cause her head was bobbing up and down, due to the long lasting blowjob she was giving J.

Have You Taken Satan into Your Life?

     So today I spent the greater part of the day at the doctors and then waiting to take x-rays of my wrist and arm and then waiting for the results (it was a busy day at the medical center). So after my really dull day was almost over I was waiting for the results and to see if I needed a splint on my arm, then he came along. An old guy who looked and acted like he just got a day pass from the local mental hospital saw me sitting in a chair and then he came over and asked me:

Old Guy: “Have you taken Jesus Christ into your Life?”

Me: “Funny you should say that I was about to ask you a similar question… Have you accepted Satan as your personal God and Savior?”

Now most people imagine doing something funny in the lines of this, but I actually had the balls to do it.

Old Guy: Just complete shock on his face…. Then pause.

The people around us: Just complete shock on their faces

Old Guy: “You need to accept Jesus into your life otherwise you’ll spend eternity in Hell!”

Me: “You need to let the warmth of drugs, alcohol, prostitutes, and rock n’ roll into your life to save your mortal soul!”

Old Guy: “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Me: “Why are you surprised? Now get away from me you old crazy loon before I have to break out the taser”

The crowd: Just complete surprise

I then heard my name called and I got my results and left.

Too Close for Comfort

Today, I had class that was more… well exciting, and that’s the way I prefer to put it. The desks in this one room were crammed to the maximum and not to mention I think they were designed for high schoolers who are much shorter than I. So I’m sitting in the last desk in this row and my desk is pushed up against a wall, and the next four desks in front of me are tipped upwards since there’s not enough room in the row (they’re all pushing against each other. So the class starts to fill up and I’ve got really long legs (very important for the story). So eventually the seat in front of me is the last one left, cause every one can see the desks in that row are crammed against each other and nobody wants to spend the next 3 hours in complete discomfort (since mine is the last one its okay for me at least). The room is completely full when this chick comes in and she sits in the chair in front of me. The back of her chair was pushed upwards and the front is pinned down. This with the fact I have very long legs leads to it looking like from an angle that we are basically dry humping (think bump and grind) because she’s in between my legs, and it’s like two inches from my crotch coming into contact with her. I imagine it must have looked really funny, but the woman in front didn’t seem to mind, let’s just say it was hard to keep my mind on the lecture. Some days I just have to sit back and laugh, LOL.