Canada, eh?
Duh
I cooked a yummy omelette and potato fires for us for Canada Day brunch. Nardo had come back from a game overnighter earlier
and we asked him to join us. I said nothing, but was itching to ask him what he did all week, since mostly I just saw him sleep
and run out for treats to sleep and spend time on computer. I thought I could try be sociable and spend some time together,
since his father has disowned him. It is Canada Day and Canada is all about extended families, so I'm extending myself.
So then I think he's trying to be black like Snoop Dog, but he's no cool cat
Even this Black cat looks better than that!
Imagine a bearded white male with '60s permed black curled rag mop, pink fingernail polish, and unflattering sweats that
show lumps of new growth, uncomely breasts, beer belly rolls, and a face that looks like death from going off the wagon for
the past couple of days, because he got paid, welfare Wednesday. Nardo seems to think it is ok to drink, since he can just
use the herbal patch to stop the craving when he has to get straight. It’s been a month now and he’s been lazing around not
looking for work, threatening to move out, for that we gave him the go, but he needs a job to help cover his needs or he’s
back to square one. He still has a ways to go to get wise. Ugly as hell and no prospects to speak of.
Work in progress, man cum woman..
Here are scores of hairstyles for him to choose from : https://b-picture.livejournal.com/8052812.html
One night last week he was out visiting friends and I went down to throw the breaker which is in his room, I found 3 empties
of litres of fortified wine by his computer. What in hell is fortified wine, I might ask? Fortified wine is a wine to which a
distilled spirit, usually brandy, is added. Ok, so like port or sherry, but 3 bottles seems a little excessive for one
day, methinks. He sat down at the table, like Frankenstein, scars on his arm from 4 years ago when he was drunk and stupid
trying to commit suicide, far as we can tell. He’s pretty fucking ugly when it comes down to it. Painting his nails isn’t
going to help. Like he has the luxury to sit around and look ugly and do his nails to try and fool everyone, including himself.
Face it man, you’re a fucking ape and you ain’t no gal.
Nardo ate with us, then went back downstairs to bed. He's been up all night at O&Rs playing games. Girl needs his beauty rest..
So when do we begin to refer to him as her, I wonder? When the transformation and change is physically visible or upon
mere intent?
We did some spring cleaning, I know it's summer, better late than never.. then I needed to get out for some fresh air and went
out for a walk. The sight of Nardo bugs me. Better to just be alone. That shit in my face is too much to reconcile. What is it?
I just got back from my walk and Nardo's up stuffing his face again with left overs from last night's dinner GF and I shared
while he was away for the night. He is so in our face, but not rude, just stupid.
Permission to smack him up the side of the head and leave his carcass lying in the gutter at the nearest bus stop..
Just sitting beside him makes me uncomfortable.
.
I cooked a yummy omelette and potato fires for us for Canada Day brunch. Nardo had come back from a game overnighter earlier
and we asked him to join us. I said nothing, but was itching to ask him what he did all week, since mostly I just saw him sleep
and run out for treats to sleep and spend time on computer. I thought I could try be sociable and spend some time together,
since his father has disowned him. It is Canada Day and Canada is all about extended families, so I'm extending myself.
So then I think he's trying to be black like Snoop Dog, but he's no cool cat
Even this Black cat looks better than that!
Imagine a bearded white male with '60s permed black curled rag mop, pink fingernail polish, and unflattering sweats that
show lumps of new growth, uncomely breasts, beer belly rolls, and a face that looks like death from going off the wagon for
the past couple of days, because he got paid, welfare Wednesday. Nardo seems to think it is ok to drink, since he can just
use the herbal patch to stop the craving when he has to get straight. It’s been a month now and he’s been lazing around not
looking for work, threatening to move out, for that we gave him the go, but he needs a job to help cover his needs or he’s
back to square one. He still has a ways to go to get wise. Ugly as hell and no prospects to speak of.
Work in progress, man cum woman..
Here are scores of hairstyles for him to choose from : https://b-picture.livejournal.com/8052812.html
One night last week he was out visiting friends and I went down to throw the breaker which is in his room, I found 3 empties
of litres of fortified wine by his computer. What in hell is fortified wine, I might ask? Fortified wine is a wine to which a
distilled spirit, usually brandy, is added. Ok, so like port or sherry, but 3 bottles seems a little excessive for one
day, methinks. He sat down at the table, like Frankenstein, scars on his arm from 4 years ago when he was drunk and stupid
trying to commit suicide, far as we can tell. He’s pretty fucking ugly when it comes down to it. Painting his nails isn’t
going to help. Like he has the luxury to sit around and look ugly and do his nails to try and fool everyone, including himself.
Face it man, you’re a fucking ape and you ain’t no gal.
Nardo ate with us, then went back downstairs to bed. He's been up all night at O&Rs playing games. Girl needs his beauty rest..
So when do we begin to refer to him as her, I wonder? When the transformation and change is physically visible or upon
mere intent?
We did some spring cleaning, I know it's summer, better late than never.. then I needed to get out for some fresh air and went
out for a walk. The sight of Nardo bugs me. Better to just be alone. That shit in my face is too much to reconcile. What is it?
I just got back from my walk and Nardo's up stuffing his face again with left overs from last night's dinner GF and I shared
while he was away for the night. He is so in our face, but not rude, just stupid.
Permission to smack him up the side of the head and leave his carcass lying in the gutter at the nearest bus stop..
Just sitting beside him makes me uncomfortable.
.