Don’t leave without a kiss

That’s what he tells Jack.  Nobody bothers to tell me, usually.  And now he’s gone to bed without a word.  Maybe not to bed.  I don’t fucking care.  Let it fucking goddamned be! 

It was my fault Mama called this morning and woke us up.  It was my fault the cat knocked my keyboard off the desk and turned off his computer.  No doubt, I’m just a-waitin’ for something else that is my fault.

I don’t understand.  I know I’m not nice, but goddamn, doesn’t a fellow deserve a fucking break once in a while?

I’ll probably hear the answer to that one way or the other pretty soon.

I just got my answer.  The cat is on HIS desk knocking shit off now.  It is all my fault, just like everything else is. 

I hope I have a fucking stroke and die.