ShagmoorLounge

February 16, 2006

I have a bratty little sister. Her name is Eliza Lott. She calls me and asks me to do outrageous unbelievable shit for her without apology. She's unfuckingbelievable.

She called and asked if I would be a live display for her speech class. She wants me to stand up in class with her while she does a speech about men. Dance, trained monkey, dance! I told her no and to fuck off the first 4 times she called. By that time she'd called my wife and asked her permission to borrow me. What the fuck ever.

Mr. Steve said he would do it and he ditched her. I understand about V-Day. I know rejection like that busts chicks up. So now I have to clean up another one of Mr. Steve's messes. I have to take care of his shit again. I don't like this. It's bullshit and I really think Mr. Steve has an ass kicking on the way.

She doesn't know what she's started. She'll get way more than she's bargained for. I don't know what's going on in her crazy little head, but she's obviously bored and doesn't have enough drama in her life. I'll show up for class. She might get kicked out of school, but I'll go. And then that's the end of it.

I asked my wife if she was getting any money for my ass or if she'd pimped me for bones. She told me to get my ass over there and fuck her. So I'm gone.

The Shadow knows 8:45 PM
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