ShagmoorLounge

October 18, 2005

My roof leaked. Rain came in and ruined some of the fabric I brought back from NYC for my wife. She's so fucking pissed she's not talking to me. I know she's not blaming me, but she doesn't know what else to do with her anger. It was nice fabric, too. Whatever. I'll get her some more. That doesn't make her relax. She can't chill. Shit just keeps coming down.

My monster in law came looking for us with her new boyman Douglas the Dick. Did I call it? I fucking called it. He's probably in her back door right now. The drama continues. She's been crying because baby doll won't come home. Then she tried the what have you done to my house when I was gone shit, but my wife and Miss Ennui just laughed in her face. She's leaving for Africa in a week. It might have been unkind of us, but we signed her up on the match.com website looking for a big fat black guy with kids. Her email should be nice and full by tomorrow.

What else is going on? I thought I was done with my travels, but I'm leaving town again. I'm not sure if I'm going up to San Francisco or to Seattle to see some people. I love traveling with my broke leg. It's so much fun. When I'm done with this stupid leg I'll be taking dance lessons with my wife. Yeah, I said dance lessons. What's it fucking to ya? She wants to learn how to dance all those stupid dances and I don't give a shit. I watched some show with her about dancing and it's just some old-fashioned kind of shit. We won't be jitterbugging or doing that celbrity ballroom shit. Just some regular shit so we don't make complete fools out of ourselves at L&D's wedding next summer. That's the big trip to France. Start saving your pennies now. There will be spending. There will be drinking. There will be eating. There will be dancing. There will be sight-seeing. There will be much fornicating. Oh, and more spending.

The Shadow knows 7:29 PM
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