Chew and Spit

Weekend at my dad’s beach house was heaven.

We did absolutely fucking nothing.

Dad and I smoked a bunch, cooked Italian food, and talked our asses off. Reag even partook of the pipe Saturday evening around a bonfire. We got high all the time growing up, but she quit once she got accepted into law school.

It made Dad’s year to see Reagan. He hasn’t seen her for a few years.

He looks like shit. I highly doubt he’ll live to the end of the year. Despite the situation, he’s seems to be living in bliss. That’s all I ask for. God damn cancer.

It’s weird to be the only person who knows he’s dying. But it’s his life. Or perhaps I should say his death. I’m respecting his wishes. Besides, I can’t say I blame him. He hasn’t talked to his family in years, and my mother is fucking psychotic.

I did decide however that I can’t let him die completely isolated. So I’m leaving Oregon for a few months. I haven’t told anyone yet. I know my job will always hold my place. I make them far too much money. I have a meeting with Rick and Chaz at three about it.

I’ll probably keep my apartment too. I like where I am. And who I’m around. I’ve got enough money in my account to cover six months of rent if I need to. 

WTF. My roommate just took a bite of her burger, then SPIT IT OUT. At first I thought maybe its a bad bite, but then she did it to her fries.

……..She has just explained to me that its her way of losing weight.

Me: "What the fuck are you doing?!"
Jess: "….What?"
Me: "What do you mean, what? Your spitting out chewed up food. It’s making me nauseous."
Jess: "Well SOME of us can’t just be "naturally" skinny."
Me: "….you gotta be shittin me, woman."
Jess: "I’m going to my room."

Two weeks ago, she had one of her faggy Gap co-workers over and I heard her complaining about my weight. She said she thinks I do crank to stay so skinny.

That made me laugh my ass off, which made her feel like a huge dumb ass for getting caught talking shit. I’m skinny because I walk everywhere, I don’t eat god awful grease burgers from the mall’s food court and I have good genes.

Go take your jealous stick and fuck yourself.

Memo to self: Kick roommate out before I leave.