WTF is wrong with people, honestly?
I do not even know where to begin...
Justin shot Megan in the face and shoulder Saturday night and cut her cat's tail off. Sick, Sick bastard.
I knew there was something wrong with him, But I didn't know that he was THAT fucked up.
And he's still out there, roaming the streets with all this apparent psychoticness still in his head.
There's a scary thought, A complete fucking psycho just roaming the streets of Chillicothe. I sincerely hope they find that sicko before he does something else ignorant. Seriously.
They moved Megan out of ICU and into a regular room, after her 2 surgeries. They had to do dermabrasion on her face and say she might not even have that bad of a scar. The doctor was telling her that it's a miracle she's even alive, considering the bullet passed completely thru her frickin head.
At this point, we are planning on her coming to Oregon to live/stay (?) when she is fully recovered.
Given my dislike of other females, and my volatile history of roomates. I have to be the one in this situation to be positive and hospitable, and pretty much sacrifice my personal space and my and Jason's privacy, just so she can get the hell away from Chillicothe and try to get her life turned back around.
I will have to set some ground rules, I guess, as far as drug-doing goes, in that, THERE WILL BE NONE IN MY HOUSE.
Speaking of Oregon. We leave Saturday....and I have us about 3/4 packed. Need a couple more boxes me thinks.
Anyway...Tara is gonna try to get Lani one day this week for a couple hours, so that I can see her before I leave. And, of course, I have to go visit my dad and grandma before we go.
Well, I should go and get my laundry done, and try to start cleaning this craphole of a house a little bit, so it doesn't all have to be done at the last minute.
Later.
Justin shot Megan in the face and shoulder Saturday night and cut her cat's tail off. Sick, Sick bastard.
I knew there was something wrong with him, But I didn't know that he was THAT fucked up.
And he's still out there, roaming the streets with all this apparent psychoticness still in his head.
There's a scary thought, A complete fucking psycho just roaming the streets of Chillicothe. I sincerely hope they find that sicko before he does something else ignorant. Seriously.
They moved Megan out of ICU and into a regular room, after her 2 surgeries. They had to do dermabrasion on her face and say she might not even have that bad of a scar. The doctor was telling her that it's a miracle she's even alive, considering the bullet passed completely thru her frickin head.
At this point, we are planning on her coming to Oregon to live/stay (?) when she is fully recovered.
Given my dislike of other females, and my volatile history of roomates. I have to be the one in this situation to be positive and hospitable, and pretty much sacrifice my personal space and my and Jason's privacy, just so she can get the hell away from Chillicothe and try to get her life turned back around.
I will have to set some ground rules, I guess, as far as drug-doing goes, in that, THERE WILL BE NONE IN MY HOUSE.
Speaking of Oregon. We leave Saturday....and I have us about 3/4 packed. Need a couple more boxes me thinks.
Anyway...Tara is gonna try to get Lani one day this week for a couple hours, so that I can see her before I leave. And, of course, I have to go visit my dad and grandma before we go.
Well, I should go and get my laundry done, and try to start cleaning this craphole of a house a little bit, so it doesn't all have to be done at the last minute.
Later.