The maniac went around with his handgun again. Third time I have seen him do that. The reasonable person would side on my case. He is mentally disturbed and needs to be committed or something.
I'd like to get a court order or something to free me from this virus that was forced on me. I objected to his coming to the house in the first place. The emotional distress I go through everyday is hardly worth it.
The whole handgun thing... loaded or not.. causes undo or unnecessary fear.
Either he goes or I do. The easiest route or the less likely route to getting shot is that I leave.
I won't even go into the irritation I get from another person who I feel not worthy of 5 minutes of their time? Or the crap I get from work about fixing a problem i didn't cause nor have any clue how to do so?
The work issue is easy to solve. Well, when push comes to shove... I play the card: "I just wanted the job to get in the building". Then thank them for playing and touch the bridge as I take my monitor and go home.
The other irritation is harder. She is just so darn cute.... But I can only bend over so far?
Posted by Michael at April 11, 2007 10:40 PM