Don't Insult the Man with the Rope

I wanted to write something more in-depth the other night. I really did. But I ran out if energy.

Work at Stockton is kicking my ass. The forty minute commute each way isn’t bad, but with 8 hours of work in between and my perpetual insomnia, well, I think all if you can see where this is going.

Truth is, I love my job, but I just love it more when I live closer to it.

Hmmmmm, what else has happened worth mentioning? Well, there’s one less big piece of my drama machine now written out of my life.

My ex contacted me last week to inform me that she was pregnant. This is the same ex I told three months ago to fuck off. She didn’t listen.

Anyway, apparently she’s preggers with the child not of her current boy but with boy #1’s kid. That is right folks, she got pregnant by an ex. And then she wonders why I was threatened by the guy when she and I were together…

I digress. Long story short, we got talking, I made a passive aggressive comment, she got offended, and finally, after six years of being broken up with this girl, I got to truly tell her how I feel. No sugar coating here, she flat out was informed to fuck off, to stay the hell outta my life, and to lose my phone number.

I really do pity that kid.

Well, methinks that is all I have to vent about today. So much for deep, thought provoking blogging.