The Lies
It's weekend time again. Seems to be the only time I ever have the desire to write about anything online anymore. Fear Factory was a very good show on Wednesday night. Not in my top 10 list or anything but still very good quality nonetheless. I got to hang out with the almighty Haley and her friend. I saw a couple of people who I either talk to or used to talk to that didn't have the time so I didn't go out of my way to have time either. It sucks being less then everyone sometimes. Father was off Wednesday and Thursday. After the whole lies about the contract in the mail earlier this week he said he was going to cook at this place on Thursday morning. I just went along with it. I hadn't taken lunch at work for the past two weeks so yesterday was supposed to be no different. Of course I was completely out of shit to do yesterday so I took lunch at 11:50. I got home at 11:55. The dryer was running with almost 62 minutes left. The most you can set our dryer to is 70 minutes which means he could have only left 8 or 10 minutes before I got home. I left from lunch and saw him at a stoplight and then he denied being at the light. When I got home he told me very little about any details of the place but how much he liked it. He was supposed to go into work at noon today as well. He stopped by at work before 11 in plain clothes which he doesn't wear to work telling me that he was just told to leave his job if he was pursuing another one because supposedly they found out about him looking elsewhere. Now he's supposed to pass a drug test on Monday and start at this place on Tuesday but I'm a firm believer in this all being a line of horseshit. I owe him 70 dollars from Wednesday because my glasses broke. He got paid today but he already asked me for the money which is something he doesn't do unless he's very broke or he's prepared to be. He also just asked me to spend money at the store which I don't have money to do. But I'm glad that he was prepared enough to be unemployed to buy a gun on Wednesday instead of saving it for important things like food or rent. But he did get weed last night so he'll be okay. I just hate being lied to. I think all liars will go to a layer of hell 7 times lower then where I go. I'm going to hell because I'm a bad person and I can't be "beautiful" like the people who frown on me that will go to heaven I assume. I need a beer for once.
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