I don't hate school aged children. I hate their chaperones. KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING KIDS YOU BROUGHT ON THE GOD DAMNED Field TRIP
Hey, it's late. I can't sleep. A lot on my mind. I don't share enough I know. I'm not used to having a partner in anything. Things are shitty right now for you and they are shitty right now for me, but it won't be forever. Bare with me. I'm looking for a new place to live and a new job and I'll be able to drive again in 4 months. It tares me up not being able to do more for you and for Gillian right now. This isn't how I planned 2008 to go, none of this, but that's just part of the charm of life I guess. I share your feeling of drowning. I share it very much. I don't really have many people to talk about this with. Not many of my friends have children and none of them have them in a situation similar to mine. The folks I know are just getting married and buying homes and such. I feel like I'm just stumbling blindly down a prickly path of thorns and razor blades. But I'm going to get to the end of it regardless of how many punctures and lacerations I take. I care about the two of you a lot and you are always on my mind. I've seemed to have lost the momentum I had going before I started to type this. So I'll wish you a good night/good day today.
Sometimes I'm jealous of George from Dead Like Me.
Armanster Out (AH)