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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- let the ashes fly It must be hard to be in middle school these days.My kid went to his first dance tonight.He didnt want me to drop him off in the front of the doors but I did anyways.And then I watched him walk up to the doors and thats when it dawned on me that it must be hard.I remember when I was in 6th grade.I had my first boyfriend,my first dance.There were some things that I could've lived without.Like not being accepted.Like trying to be accepted.And i can just imagine how it is these days cause in my day?It was fucking hard.My kid has a girlfriend as well.Thats where the dance comes in.She is in 8th grade,his first girlfriend was 2 years ago but I think now I haveto start thinking of ways of not becoming a grandma at age 30.The fat fuck and I went out to lunch.We were going to hang out together and then go out for a bit tonight since he is not going up north...but thats not happening.He has been putting down the few friends I do have all fricken week.And today at lunch,I told him how I felt about it,and of course he had to be a cock sucker and continue to disrespect them so i did the same with his friends.I told him that his friends dont even have jobs,he agreed,but then i hit the soft spot and called them all cokeheads...thats when I knew he was holding it in.All he could say was"so are you"Yea...I sure the fuck am.I laughed and told him that I sure was,that i do it all the time and thats why I never sleep.It pissed him off.He drove faster and faster down Washington mumbling to himself.And all I could think about was him not crashing.What a dummy.Not once have i ever disrespected his friends.I never called them names or anything of that sort and this week..I have had it.And whats funny is that maybe my few friends have had problems,we all do,but at lease mine fix theirs.It takes time,and the past...you can never change but you can change yourself.I wanted to call his friends losers...because they are,I wanted to keep talking shit to him,but I hit the right spot when I said that wonderful word.....COKEHEAD.He knows its true,and he is probably pissed that my group of friends?The same ones I once hung out with?The same ones I let go because of the drugs?They changed.Unlike his.So an old friend of mine came into work the other day.She looks good.She looks like she cares about something other then nothing.And I am going to hang out with her tonight,and I am excitied because thats one more friend that I useto have....that I still have.People go through things you know?I useto have this crowd of friends...and we were all so cool.Getting drunk,laughing,talking, 5:15 p.m. - 2006-11-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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