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Edited on Thu Sep-01-05 07:33 AM by Tyler Durden
It ain't like I'm stuck in the Superdome or anything, but hey, Hell has nine circles, right? I just want to know what I did in a previous life to end up in one.
Fucking Bitch Goddess Ex-Wife will be there this morning spewing her hateful lying delusional bullshit as usual. Kids WILL NOT be there although my Daughter when asked if she would be spending time with the FBGEW on this trip said: "Jesus, I HOPE not, unless she's going to break down and part with some money for some school clothes." I LOVE my Daughter.
FBGEW actually had the MAZEL to sign out the 17 year old from the bus after the away soccer game last night: of course she is on NONE of the school sign out sheets, so if you want to get technical it's at least FRAUD and at max KIDNAPPING, but who gives a shit anyway.
Only a slight chance this will be resolved today, which means that BEFORE 8am on Monday I will have to have finished RE-WRITING ALL OF OUR CITIZENSHIP/PERMANENT RESIDENCY PAPERS so that Deb (the NICE wife) will be the new primary, AND pay $2000 plus $950 to settle the fees, on top of my lawyer's $1000 bucks, none of which I HAVE, by the way so it's all going to be cash advance on Captain Plastic at about 12% interest.
I'm sitting at my desk gently sponging off the dog puke from my best shirt that I didn't notice until this exact moment from the clean up this morning while I check the last decent suit and tie I have for any similar debris. It isn't bad enough that my Mother is 10 miles down the presenile dementia road and my BITCH sister has cut me off from any info because she CAN and my wuss brother is playing Rodney King ("Can't we all just get along?" No, Doug, we can't: Mary is still BREATHING.) and Deb is already in Canada so I'm alone and going through this.
Like I said, I ain't in the Superdome, but the 1st or 2nd circle of Hell is a lousy place to keep visiting at a cost of $1000-$1500 a whack every year or so for the last fucking 14 years.
At least I didn't find any more dog puke on my best clothing.
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