Movement

June 1st, 2019

The move from Tumblr to WordPress was almost flawless. Out of the 180 posts that I had over at Tumblr, 179 appeared. The very first post never made it for some reason.

No big deal.

Today is Saturday. On Monday, a few good things will be happening this week.

Going back to school (regardless of being handed College Algebra on the first day).

My wife’s grandchildren are FINALLY getting the fuck out and going back home to their tramp mother. I see no real hope for them over there. They’ll gain weight again, probably get some sort of cancer like their sister and I’ll be getting reports about how fucked up their lives are again.

(Shrugging) Can’t give a fuck. Maybe if they spent more time here listening and doing what they are told, it could have been different.

But honestly, they are just of a lifestyle and “being” that is 1000% incompatible with me. Everything from the way they are, to the need to put ketchup on everything they eat — they are of a perpetual ghetto practicality I can do without. Plus, I fucking hate how everything here is catered to their preferences. In my place. Look for food, and I find shit they eat that I don’t touch. So, yeah— they can get the fuck out. They don’t want to be here anyway. I sure as hell don’t want them here.

Odd thing is, I’m rarely home — so why should it matter what they do while I’m traveling for work every week?

When I DO come home, they are the last faces I want to see. I want my space and time back to ME. That’s exactly what its about and I deserve it. They always argue, making some sort of noise. I really look forward to it and it’s the LAST time any kids are coming over here except my own. But even they leave.

As for school, I’m paying someone, still, to do the Algebra. Cased closed. If I squeak out a least a C, I’ll be happy.