im a bastard and i cant spell

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

gonna scream

if one more person tells me how nice a person i am im gonna scream at them how much of a rotton bastard i really am. see i took my dad and boys camping overlabor day. drove the motorhome 150 miles up and rode the bike back, changed the oil and did som other service on it including hooking up a converter box to the tv cause my dad insisted he needed one could not get one US channel but could get canandian annolog fucking waste of time and money. lots in the camping group said how nice i was to bring dad up. if they new the truth they would hate me too stayed the nighy cause i was tired and the wife was still "broken" as she calls it. my dad had a fine time and even thanked me it takes a lot for my dad to say thank you so that meant a lot. i went back up and got them on monday. found the 13 year old riding a bike all over the place i tried to show him time and time again at home but he never wanted to learn i guess till he was ready or bored. called the gf c ouple of times very short conversations . went to dinner and rented moovies with the wife a comedy one night and a romantic storu the next. good time lots of cuddling on the couch and in bed. nice. it was nice and could be nice for a long time to come if i werent so buisy ficking it all up. since i got back ive been calling the gf every day and hanging on the phone like she soooo likes to do i never say much and neither does she but i guess its habet.


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