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Ok I think I am catching up…………….. NOT!

No matter how much I try it seems there is more and more stuff piling on top of everything.
I have been running around here taking care of my parent’s stuff and when I am not doing that I have a few favors I am taking care of for friends.
I have been rushing around trying to catch up on your blogs and I have finished my Halloween post.
It took me five days to come up with that 7000-word post.
I don’t know what is more scarier, the length of the post or the story.
I guess you’ll tell me after I posted at the stroke of midnight my time on Halloween.

Now all that’s left to do is clean the house, the curse.
Deal with the plants, stupid hobby.
Dishes, I hate washing fucken dishes.

It doesn’t help having a guest over the weekend.
I don’t mind having company once in a while but this is becoming a bi-weekly thing from the looks of it, at least until it starts snowing and it’s to difficult to make the trek.

I don’t mind if he wants to crash here while he’s in town but he wants me to party with him instead.
You know, we didn’t party that much when he lived here so why would I want to be his party pal every second weekend.
Sure we can go out once in a while but he wants to get drunk every time he is here.
I don’t blame him he works 24 hours a day for two solid weeks as a live in care person so he wants to catch up but I don’t want to catch up.
Frankly on the weekend I rather just lay down.
If I’m really lucky I’m not alone and that’s another thing.
I have to make sure if I do have someone over it can’t be on a weekend he is crashing at my place.

So most of Friday night I spent on the couch saying “No I don’t want to go out and shoot pool and drink beer”.

“Because I don’t want to”

“It’s not my fault you want to party”.

“Drink the beer in my fridge”.

3 hours and eighteen pints later

“What the fuck do you mean there is no beer left”

“NO I DON’T WANT TO GO OUT TO SHOOT POOL”!!!!!

If that isn’t enough, when he is drunk, he decides he has an opinion about something.
I don’t know what you people think but I think t here is nothing worse than a drunk with an opinion.
And he doesn’t stop talking.

I can talk, trust me I can talk but I stop.
This guy talks and he never stops
He talked for NINE hours.
Until four fucken A.M. he talked.

I don’t know how many times I told him to shut up.
Up teen times an idiot.

He talked through my whole Friday viewing lineup and when I went to the washroom I came back and he was laying in my place flipping channels.
WHO WHO WHOOOOO !!!!!!

When he got back in his chair he decided to prove a point and butt his nose in my life and views on life.
Particularly relationships.

There are certain things I don’t take lightly and one of them is being told that I wasted my time with my relationships.
I’m sorry but I have never wasted a single second of my life unless you count going for a shit and only farting.
Whatever the outcome none of them were a waste of time but he on the other hand said I was stupid.
Huh?

Then he goes into this spew about how humans aren’t meant to have relationships only to meet fuck then move on to something new.
Yeah, what’s that, a new trailer park?

I disagreed and lay in on him hard at which time he threw my past in my face for proof.
I challenged him by saying he had never lived with anyone which he countered with yes he did.
He did my ass. He went out with someone but he still had his room waiting for him to run to when they had a spat.
When you live with someone you can’t run and hide you have to deal with the issues, something he and people like him dot get.
Relationships work with work and I don’t believe we were meant to run around reproducing like rabbits.
If everyone thought like him the fucken world would be a damn mess.

I have known him for a long time and I know where his opinion comes from and it’s from the way he lives his life.
His fiancé left him, he says broke up but she was screwing one of his friends while he was out drinking every night instead of being home with her planning their future.
She was home planning hers.
I don’t blame her.

Then he went out with someone for 10 years and HE refused to move in together.
He rather stay out at night drinking beer with his friends and doing crack all night until the morning instead of being with her unless he needed to get laid or something like that.

One day he showed up at my place to tell me he broke up with his girl friend because he went over and found her with another woman.
Say that again you left her.
He said yes.
I don’t know about everyone else but if I come home and find two women in my bed I’m thinking PARTY!!!!!!!!!
But that’s me.

With this shit in his background I don’t blame him for thinking like he does but what he doesn’t see is that it was all HIS fault and blames them.
My relationships went their course and ended by mutual agreement more or less not because of anything illicit or sinister so I take offence to having my life in that light because I enjoyed all my relationships.
The endings were awkward but you don’t weigh 10 or 17 years by a few bad weeks.

At 4 am I decided I needed to go to bed so I wouldn’t kill him and I had to wake up to go see my daughter for her birthday.

After coming home from the Ex’s house Saturday Mike and buddy all met at my place and we went out to shoot some fucken pool.
It was the only way to shut him up.
We played for a couple of hours and drank a jug of beer then we went to get some dinner along the strip.
We were going to the pub but it was full to the rafters due to the hockey game so we just hit a restaurant where we could sit and talk.
I was happy Mike was there to run some interference for me while my brain got a rest.

After dinner we came back home around 10:30pm and sat around smoking a couple of joints.
Buddy found two beers he had found in my fridge.
More like he hid them in there so no one else would find them not that me or Mike cared to have any, anyway but……..

The guy is an alcoholic and I don’t care what he says.

Around 11pm Mike took off for home and I was left alone with buddy.
Two minutes later he asked me if I wanted to go shoot pool and have a beer.
You see the pool is meaningless.
It’s the fucken beer he wants and you know how I know.
Since I said no he left and went to the Chinese restaurant and ordered some food for take out so he could sit there and drink three beers while he waited and he didn’t east the food, it’s still in my fridge.

I was so fucked up after arguing with him Friday and Saturday I couldn’t get any sleep until Sunday afternoon after he had gone.
I don’t know if I could take this every week but at least I had next weekend to myself right?
Not.

It seems that on Friday after I have taken my mother o0ut shopping and come home my EX is stopping by to meet her sister here because my place is half way between her place and mine.
WTF should I care if I am in the middle, why do they have to meet here?
What am I grand central station.
I should put a fucken tollbooth outside of maybe they should get on their knees and kiss the little Buddha before they get to enter.
If that’s not enough, I have been informed that there will be another 5 people stopping by around the same time.
Saturday is not an empty day either because someone said they would be stopping by to talk to me.

I don’t know why I haven’t cracked up yet.
Maybe it’s because I am already crazy and crazy people can’t go crazy.
Does that sound crazy?

Ah who cares
Life’s a bitch here’s to hoping she let’s us fuck her once in a while

Have a nice day

Oh I will be answering my comments just trying to catch up on everyone first.
I’m just dieing to answer a couple of them

P.S. this post is only 2500 words

Walker