Moved out

Aug 22, 2009 05:57

Living at Roz's place now. Freida was hospitable and everything, but I was a little too comfortable there. Wasn't doing anything with myself. I'm gonna be 30 soon enough, and I've never had a real job or anything, so I needed to get the hell out of there. So now I'm at Roz's. Job hunting. Drinking beers with Richy, who keeps dropping by, in most of my free time. Unless I'm visiting Freida and Cass, anyway.

Damn, that kid's growing up fast. I remembered Dari getting smart really quick, but I always figured he was the only freaky one. Cass isn't even 2 and he's running and dancing and speaking in full sentences. Jesus Christ. I guess my genes must have something of the Lunarians in them after all, even though dad always said otherwise. Well, I must because otherwise Dad wouldn't be so desperate to take Casanova away so he can raise him. Yeah, thanks Dad, I'm doing fine with my son. That shocks me as much as you, and you won't ever believe me, but that's because you're a fucking asshole who raises kids like cattle.

God, I'm talking to my dad through my goddamn journal. +30 points to Ramirez' 'Pathetic' scorecard. Oh God. Now I'm keeping score of my patheticness. What do you think, does that give me like- +50 to my 'Emo' scorecard? ...I'm like a really depressing game of Dungeons and Dragons now.

If you hear about a job opening, let me know. Jad says I'd do well to go to a please where they give tips 'cause people tip prettyboys well, but I'm really up for anything.

ramirez

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