5/23/06

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

So Nanny is going broke now.  I’m supposed to feel sorry for her?  Honey, I don’t EVEN think so!  She has less than $100 in the bank.  With anyone else, I might empathize, but with Nanny, who revels in putting US down for never having money, I just want to say one phrase :

WELCOME TO THE CLUB!

Evil little boy, aren’t I?  Oh fucking well.  She deserves to be laughed at sometimes.

Mikey’s blood pressure was up to 149/100 earlier in the hospital.  The fuckers didn’t even give him anything for that, and it just dawned on Piers a few minutes ago.  If we’d realized that at the hospital – or if Daddy-o had opened his damned mouth about it – then we would have demanded that they give him something for it.  None of us wishes to see Daddy-o have a stroke!

My stupid neck is hurting, and I didn’t finish the lawn today.  Oh well, once again.  It will be there tomorrow.  Assuming I don’t die in my sleep or some tragic accident involving walls or ceilings collapsing, perhaps I will be here, too.  In other words, I can finish the damn thing tomorrow.

Yeah.

They have our brand of cigarettes on sale, 3 packs for $3.99 up at the store called Big Deli.  It’s crazy that it’s called that, but cool enough, I suppose.  Too bad we don’t have the necessary fundage even for that sale.  C’est la vie, mes amies.

So off I go to read about a hit man who has made someone else’s hit list.  Interesting!

Love and smooches to those who deserve them,

Jacky