Daily Recap for 12-31-6

Cliff has AIM on his phone, but can only seem to produce preprogramed phrases. It’s very strange to receive IMs from him. I just assume that if I get a string of characters from him, he’s trying to contact me for the soul purpose of hanging out.

We ended up spending New Year’s like we have in so many years past: Playing Monster Rancher 3. We rescued his dusty and stickie PS2 from his house, considering he doesn’t live there anymore. And it is technically his. We didn’t plan on playing Monster Rancher 3 on New Year’s Eve. We just happened to hang out tonight and it just happened to be New Year’s Eve. Watching the clock tick away was cool when I was 8, but dude, it’s just another year. If I wasn’t hanging out with Cliff, I’d probably just GOTO bed early.

As the trend has been recently, Cliff and I spent the evening enjoying a classic video game while Liz got herself shitfaced at a bar. Then she’d spam him with desperate text messages. Guess who comes to pick her up. I drove my dad’s car so Cliff and I could pick her up at the diner. Her plan was to get shitfaced and then walk across Route Ten to the diner. She happened to fall and skin her leg. Brilliant, Liz. It was kind of bound to happen considering she decided to wear a skirt, and high heels. I have to agree with Cliff, that’s just asking for rape. Thankfully, we rescued her from the diner steadfast. Last thing I want to do is spend time around loud drunks. Kids these days, I tell you.

I worry about Liz and the way she uses alcohol as a way to have fun. She’s not going to stop smoking, and alcohol is just leading down the same path. She’s apathetic about leaving her shitty job where she’s been promoted to assistant manager of a pet store. Beats me how Cliff puts up with her bullshit. No wait, I’ve seen them talk. It’s almost comical. The moment he actually makes a valid point, she’ll just get pouty. Fucking females trying to be emotionally manipulative. Of course, Cliff won’t fall for it because he’s had girls do it in the past, so Liz just ends up calling him an asshole. Take responsibility for your actions, puny female, you’re not strong, nor independent.

(You’d have to understand how she likes identifying herself as a Strong Independent Female, when she’s none of the above. Except for female, I think she’s got that one down.)

Brief, but I have to sleep so I can drive her hungover ass to her car in the morning, because she has work. I wonder if this is what I’ll be doing when I have teenagers. Ha ha. I suspect in the next few days I’m going to be catching up with an old friend named Monster Rancher III. :: evil laughter ::