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If you've never had the chance to see "Freak", see it. Leguizamo is great.
I've spent the weekend contemplating driving off of a cliff. Aside from being given "deadlines" to return phone calls and various other harassing words being thrown at me, I'd say it's been a bit of a long weekend.
My mother wants me to go see the broads at Battered Women. Think I've been verbally abused and etc. Now that I'm away from it all, I can kinda see what she's talking about, but what am I going to do at one of those things?
Sit around with a bunch of other women and commiserate about what was and why it should or shouldn't have happened?
It helped her cope, but I deal a little differently. Like-- not at all.
I'm making an appointment to see an attorney. That should be fun! Especially after I told him about this and he threatened to take full custody because he's not going to pay child support. He said he'd rather quit his job then do that because he's been "supporting my ass for 3.5 years."
Funny how there's a convenient moment of forgetfulness about the fact that it was me who bought the first apartment. Or that it was me who basically furnished it with the SS money from my asshole father. Or that it was me who carried the bulk of the bills for 7-8 months.
Ah well. Boys will be boys, clearly.
I saw a cool note on a women's desk the other day. Never been truer, I'll say.
Friends:
"It's not about who you've known the longest, it's about who has come and never left."
Ah. Irony.
- Jo.
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If you've never had the chance to see "Freak", see it. Leguizamo is great.
I've spent the weekend contemplating driving off of a cliff. Aside from being given "deadlines" to return phone calls and various other harassing words being thrown at me, I'd say it's been a bit of a long weekend.
My mother wants me to go see the broads at Battered Women. Think I've been verbally abused and etc. Now that I'm away from it all, I can kinda see what she's talking about, but what am I going to do at one of those things?
Sit around with a bunch of other women and commiserate about what was and why it should or shouldn't have happened?
It helped her cope, but I deal a little differently. Like-- not at all.
I'm making an appointment to see an attorney. That should be fun! Especially after I told him about this and he threatened to take full custody because he's not going to pay child support. He said he'd rather quit his job then do that because he's been "supporting my ass for 3.5 years."
Funny how there's a convenient moment of forgetfulness about the fact that it was me who bought the first apartment. Or that it was me who basically furnished it with the SS money from my asshole father. Or that it was me who carried the bulk of the bills for 7-8 months.
Ah well. Boys will be boys, clearly.
I saw a cool note on a women's desk the other day. Never been truer, I'll say.
Friends:
"It's not about who you've known the longest, it's about who has come and never left."
Ah. Irony.
- Jo.
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