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I picked up Monty and called him "Romer" tonight.
I keep thinking of these nicknames that I had for him. I don't even know if we have any pictures of him, but I hope so. Mom said she was just sure we did, but I don't trust her.
I called him "Romeroni" and "Romey" and "Romey-omi" for the longest time.
It's hard to think...I don't want to forget the other nicknames I had for him. They may be all I have left. Mom made a habit of saving all the whiskers she found on the floor as a personal joke with Sada. She had them taped together on her desk. I found one of Romeo's and was almost sick. God, I'm still not over this at all, am I? I cried a lot last night too.
You guys do me a favor and please stop telling me you're sorry. I know you don't have anything else to say, but it's not your fault, and there's no reason for you to be saying that, even if that's not what you meant.
I have to do fucking Driver's Ed. this week. It makes me want to throw up whenever I have to sit in that fucking classroom. The teacher is a dimwit, and he takes up ten times the amount of time he needs to explain what he is talking about. It's irritating, and he keeps mentioning the hands-on driving time. (six hours mandatory for a break on insurance.) I'm the only one in the class who has already finished it.
-rolls eyes- We had to fill out so many forms today--all of which I know will have very little at most to do with me, seeing as I've done the six hours of driving already.
I don't know how I'm going to last listening to that fucker for so many more hours. -gags- Oh, he's awful. Just awful.
I wanted to hang myself.
So I'm taking this class at the MJCCA--otherwise known as Zaban, the Jewish Community Center in Atlanta. Now, just because you go to the Jewish Community Center in Atlanta for activities doesn't mean that you are necessarily Jewish.
In fact, one of the boys was not. He was sitting outside the little "cafe" they have inside during lunch though, happily chatting with another boy over his corned-beef sandwich when this woman came up to him and went,
"I don't mean to be RUDE, or anything, I just wanted to ask that the next time you come here you don't eat your NON-KOSHER food in here. I mean, the only reason I can eat here is because this is SUPPOSED to be a KOSHER area.
Gah..I mean, you don't have to move or anything now, I just mean that the next time, think about it. Thanks!!!!"
I almost strangled her. As a Jew, she made me SO embarrassed.
As mom said in the car, "We are our own worst enemies."
Every time I go outside I feel disgusted to be alive. Mom and I were driving to Granny's last night to get Maisy and we saw this person at a stop sign in front of us roll down his car window and just dump ALL of his trash onto the road.
THE PLANET IS NOT YOUR FUCKING TRASH CAN, YOU MOTHER-FUCKING DIPWAD!
I'm in the strangest mood. Sad, and angry, and just so fucking bitter...
...and all the more lonely.
Fuck.
I keep thinking of these nicknames that I had for him. I don't even know if we have any pictures of him, but I hope so. Mom said she was just sure we did, but I don't trust her.
I called him "Romeroni" and "Romey" and "Romey-omi" for the longest time.
It's hard to think...I don't want to forget the other nicknames I had for him. They may be all I have left. Mom made a habit of saving all the whiskers she found on the floor as a personal joke with Sada. She had them taped together on her desk. I found one of Romeo's and was almost sick. God, I'm still not over this at all, am I? I cried a lot last night too.
You guys do me a favor and please stop telling me you're sorry. I know you don't have anything else to say, but it's not your fault, and there's no reason for you to be saying that, even if that's not what you meant.
I have to do fucking Driver's Ed. this week. It makes me want to throw up whenever I have to sit in that fucking classroom. The teacher is a dimwit, and he takes up ten times the amount of time he needs to explain what he is talking about. It's irritating, and he keeps mentioning the hands-on driving time. (six hours mandatory for a break on insurance.) I'm the only one in the class who has already finished it.
-rolls eyes- We had to fill out so many forms today--all of which I know will have very little at most to do with me, seeing as I've done the six hours of driving already.
I don't know how I'm going to last listening to that fucker for so many more hours. -gags- Oh, he's awful. Just awful.
I wanted to hang myself.
So I'm taking this class at the MJCCA--otherwise known as Zaban, the Jewish Community Center in Atlanta. Now, just because you go to the Jewish Community Center in Atlanta for activities doesn't mean that you are necessarily Jewish.
In fact, one of the boys was not. He was sitting outside the little "cafe" they have inside during lunch though, happily chatting with another boy over his corned-beef sandwich when this woman came up to him and went,
"I don't mean to be RUDE, or anything, I just wanted to ask that the next time you come here you don't eat your NON-KOSHER food in here. I mean, the only reason I can eat here is because this is SUPPOSED to be a KOSHER area.
Gah..I mean, you don't have to move or anything now, I just mean that the next time, think about it. Thanks!!!!"
I almost strangled her. As a Jew, she made me SO embarrassed.
As mom said in the car, "We are our own worst enemies."
Every time I go outside I feel disgusted to be alive. Mom and I were driving to Granny's last night to get Maisy and we saw this person at a stop sign in front of us roll down his car window and just dump ALL of his trash onto the road.
THE PLANET IS NOT YOUR FUCKING TRASH CAN, YOU MOTHER-FUCKING DIPWAD!
I'm in the strangest mood. Sad, and angry, and just so fucking bitter...
...and all the more lonely.
Fuck.