Hmmm....
where to begin...

I remember writing here yesterday. I stressed and worried and had a series of tiny little anxiety attacks all day yesterday.

Darling hubby went to work. That did not, however, alleviate my stress. Since he wrecked my car last week I have nothing and I'm afraid he will leave it at that. He also has a broken leg and I'm not sure how much money he will be bringing in to fill these bills. He had a phone call yesterday from someone else pissed off that he owes them money. Supposedly he was painting a fellows truck and never did it. Now the guy says he is filing a report on him today.

He went to jail when he wrecked the car but a bondsman let him out for nothing. I had to sign. I thought for sure he would be leaving for a while and I wanted so badly to call Terry. Good thing I didn't.

I cleaned house and wasted a lot of time on the computer yesterday. I did hit my deadline for the apartment website. Wrote my remaining articles and input them into the system. Took all day but I did do it.

Frank came by and woke up little brother. He showered and left and I didn't see him again till this morning when he came in and went to sleep on the couch. He was supposed to leave with hubby to get introduced to a new possible employer. Sleeping on the couch currently...

Dad called yesterday... just remembered that...someone must have called and told him hubby wrecked the car because he must have asked me a hundred times if everything was ok. Fine, I said, just fine. Its my car I don't think he needs to know. He said that he might not come back. He loves to do this shit. He went to clean up after Katrina and was gone for months till mom got cancer. Ike may have been my best friend if it keeps him away from here. Of course there is that sick bitch Lisa he's been screwing around with (since BEFORE mom died). How long will he stay away from her? Ew... next subject...

Keven west came by again last night. Hubby had come home from work and we were in the bedroom smoking our last joint. We have this huge ball of hash and he sliced a piece off and threw that in the bong. He was babying that leg and talking about work and I was tapping away on the laptop trying to squeeze those articles in before I had to finsih dinner for the curtain climbers. I heard the knock on the door and it was keven; all swaggering and smelling like 100proof. He brought this dirty little poodle in with him. I hate when people do that.
He comes in and says- will you weigh out this ounce for me. I say ok and he follows me to the bedroom. James breaks the oz up into quarters and then ends up buying his leftover sack of 6 grams for like 15 bucks. I thought it was stupid. Keven had given us a huge bud for doing it and all he had was $30 to begin with. This is a perfect example of what he does to sabotage us completely.

Keven left, I finished my work and started some of todays (three content articles and a piece on headlice for the local paper). Hubby took a shower and we smoked a joint and went to bed. Ah yes, a day in the life of a redneck princess. Heavenly... Don't hate...appreciate!