Trooper
I am potentially in for a bad night. it is 12:42 and john has gone off to play poker. he was supposed to be back at 11:30. i really hope there is not a riot. i can't handle it, i will kill him. this is how many previous poker nights have gone:
Scene: Kim is at home working her ass off so that she can work at the law firm 30+ hours a week, and still take 9 credits, and somehow get A's. Meaning, there is lots of peace needed. John, completely ambivalent towards anyone else on the planet likes to go out late and come home drunk.
John: (cooking bacon at 2:30)
Kim: (comes out of room, says W.T.F.)
John: I'll cook goddamn bacon if i want to
Kim: SIGH! You are drunk
JOhn: (interrupting) I'm not kim, i'm really not
Kim: Come on, I have class in the morning, i'll make you bacon for breakfast.
John: Fuck off. (Insert various racial insults re: americans, italians, and irish, and german. and odd claim that since he is british he is more american that i am. This goes on for 30 min.)
Kim: (Pours orange juice in frying pan)
John: (screams intelligble nonsense with maybe repititions of the words "cunt" "bitch" etc. Proceeds to put more bacon in pan)
Kim: ( Puts loads of coffee grounds in the frying pan, and runs to her room and locks the door)
John: (...still screaming who knows what. Begins running down the hallway like a madman, bodily trying to break down my door)
Kim: (seeing that john is drunk as fuck and has lost his mind, warns she'll call police. john still plays human battering ram)
John: (almost pissing his pants) Yeah, i'm a bit drunk, but i wasn't going to hurt her.
Hot cops: Go to a friend's for the night
Kim: (is generally mortified because she is tired, (sick - had bad chest cold), and frumpy looking, and two handsome policemen are witness a "COPS" moment in her house)
Kim: (spends rest of the night reading a bad novel and generally wrecking her blood pressure)
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2 WEEKS LATER: after numerous promises and apologies John does it again, sans body slamming. and stands outside Kim's door for two hours screaming about how he wished terrorists would burn down the US and kill all the children. fuuuuuck.
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So, i practically get ready to move out, and realize this is going to be very difficult. i tell john his life is fucked if i go b/c i have the car, cats, and all dishware/towels/sheet/pictures/homey things. He will be back to having a box for a tv stand. but will have a very nice couch, table, and bedroom set (which was wicked $$$). but nothing to eat or bathe with. he seems to realize this, and we arrange that if he pulls this stunt again, i will take $100.00 out of his account.
----- so he plays on Tuesday, all is good, he comes back decently sober and after a little chat goes to bed. oh and he comes back at 11:45.
Its now about 1:00 - this means he's been drinking, and is undubitally (sp?) sinking into john-fucked-up-logic-land where he can rationalize why i am supremely evil and he is a victim of... (well i'm not really sure, but he seems to think there's something, even if he can't tell me what it is). But no matter, I have my pockets of power.
I guess I will just go to bed. Shit happens, it happens. I wanted a new dress anyway!
Scene: Kim is at home working her ass off so that she can work at the law firm 30+ hours a week, and still take 9 credits, and somehow get A's. Meaning, there is lots of peace needed. John, completely ambivalent towards anyone else on the planet likes to go out late and come home drunk.
John: (cooking bacon at 2:30)
Kim: (comes out of room, says W.T.F.)
John: I'll cook goddamn bacon if i want to
Kim: SIGH! You are drunk
JOhn: (interrupting) I'm not kim, i'm really not
Kim: Come on, I have class in the morning, i'll make you bacon for breakfast.
John: Fuck off. (Insert various racial insults re: americans, italians, and irish, and german. and odd claim that since he is british he is more american that i am. This goes on for 30 min.)
Kim: (Pours orange juice in frying pan)
John: (screams intelligble nonsense with maybe repititions of the words "cunt" "bitch" etc. Proceeds to put more bacon in pan)
Kim: ( Puts loads of coffee grounds in the frying pan, and runs to her room and locks the door)
John: (...still screaming who knows what. Begins running down the hallway like a madman, bodily trying to break down my door)
Kim: (seeing that john is drunk as fuck and has lost his mind, warns she'll call police. john still plays human battering ram)
John: (almost pissing his pants) Yeah, i'm a bit drunk, but i wasn't going to hurt her.
Hot cops: Go to a friend's for the night
Kim: (is generally mortified because she is tired, (sick - had bad chest cold), and frumpy looking, and two handsome policemen are witness a "COPS" moment in her house)
Kim: (spends rest of the night reading a bad novel and generally wrecking her blood pressure)
_______________ END SCENE___________________
2 WEEKS LATER: after numerous promises and apologies John does it again, sans body slamming. and stands outside Kim's door for two hours screaming about how he wished terrorists would burn down the US and kill all the children. fuuuuuck.
_______________________________________________________
So, i practically get ready to move out, and realize this is going to be very difficult. i tell john his life is fucked if i go b/c i have the car, cats, and all dishware/towels/sheet/pictures/homey things. He will be back to having a box for a tv stand. but will have a very nice couch, table, and bedroom set (which was wicked $$$). but nothing to eat or bathe with. he seems to realize this, and we arrange that if he pulls this stunt again, i will take $100.00 out of his account.
----- so he plays on Tuesday, all is good, he comes back decently sober and after a little chat goes to bed. oh and he comes back at 11:45.
Its now about 1:00 - this means he's been drinking, and is undubitally (sp?) sinking into john-fucked-up-logic-land where he can rationalize why i am supremely evil and he is a victim of... (well i'm not really sure, but he seems to think there's something, even if he can't tell me what it is). But no matter, I have my pockets of power.
I guess I will just go to bed. Shit happens, it happens. I wanted a new dress anyway!