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My Life Thus Far
2006-06-28 02:46:18 (UTC)

Shopping, Child Support and San Diego

I think I'm a shopoholic. Now that I'm not gainfully
employed, I really don't have much to do to occupy my
endless hours of free time. I spend 3 hours at the gym and
then I'm left with several more hours to kill. Shopping is
my only option. Thankfully it's something I love doing, or
I'd have a problem.

Since I'm running out of things to shop for (other than a
black Calvin Klein halter bathing suit and a pair of
capris from the Gap) just for myself, so I moved on to the
girls. I got both Kiki and Annie sandals, Kiki two
sundresses and a bonnet and Annie two tank tops, a pair of
shorts and a skirt. I got yet another new CD (Rhianna) and
a card for my Dad. Just a little thinking of you type
card. E-mails are nice, but getting real mail is always
such a surprise.

I got the American Express bill today. Which explains how
Snookums bought a dozen lavender roses without me noticing
it on our online bank account. He charged them. $72.45
because they were direct from the grower. That's what I
spend on flowers for an entire month. I'm not complaining.
It was a nice gesture. I just can't believe a dozen roses
cost that much. I have the ability to look at our AmEx
account online, I just haven't lately because I haven't
been using it. Apparently, Snookums has. I'll have to slap
his ass back to reality. He seems to not realize that what
you put on a credit card, you must pay back. He's also got
$51.42 charged on there at Wal-mart in San Diego. What did
he do with his allowance? Okay, I'm going to stop. She who
lives in a glass house should not cast stones. I've blown
$500 in the past week and have nothing but a few nice
outfits, some fancy underwear and a new CD collection to
show for it. All of our bills are paid, we're putting
money away for our future, but I still feel guilty knowing
I could be saving more if only I'd NOT want to shop every
day. But, what's the fun of saving money? You can't take
it with you when you die and I plan on doing that in the
forseeable future.


I got a letter from the Washington State Division Of Child
Support today. They want to know my stepfather's address.
Why do they keep doing this to me? I went through the same
shit last year. How many times do I have to tell them, I
DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM!!! They're supposed to find
him, not me. The last I knew, he was in prison. I was
suppose to be notified of his impending release, I haven't
gotten anything saying he's getting out, so I was under
the impression that he's still in prison. When will this
all end? I accept that I'm never getting any child support
for Annie. We don't need it anyway. She's well taken care
of without his help. Besides, he's going to need all the
money he can get his hands on. Which won't be much,
considering he's a convicted felon, was dishonorably
discharged from the Navy and has to register as a sex
offender. I think I've thouroughly fucked up his life
enough. A few hundred dollars a month won't help me much,
but will hurt him a lot. I'm not a completely cruel bitch
(all the time). I know someone is bound to write
saying "The money isn't for you, it's for Annie." Yes,
that's true, but at what price? If he pays child support,
that means I'll have to go to court to fight his right to
have VISITATION. Because, even though the bastard was
found guiltyand is a sex offender, different courts decide
on visitation and criminal offenses. I'd have to
physically petition to have his rights as a parent
revoked. Even child rapists have rights. Ain't that a
bitch?

I don't think I mentioned this, so I'll mention it now.
I'M GOING TO CALIFORNIA, BABY! Yes, next weekend I'm
packing my girls into the Impala and we're driving 1,208
miles to San Diego to meet the ship. It will be around the
middle of Snookums cruise and he has no idea we're coming.
My Dad lives in San Diego and he's letting us stay with
him. Six people in his two bedroom apartment. It should be
cozy. I hope he has air conditioning. I'm really looking
forward to getting away. Everything bad that's happened in
my life has happened in Washington. I shouldn't be so
harsh, though. Most all of the good things that have
happened in my life have happened in Washington. It's not
the state I hate, it's the circumstances. So, I'm READY TO
RUN! I'm blowing this popsicle stand! If only for a few
days. I'm more than anything, looking forward to the look
of shock on Snookums face when he sees me and I'm looking
forward to seeing my Dad for the first time since I was
nine. This is going to be such a great trip. I HAVE
SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO!!! I do believe we have a
breakthrough.

I'm going to bed. It's only 7:45pm, I doubt I'll fall
asleep, but I'm tired and menstrual and overly warm. My
dark, cool cave is beckoning. Ciao.




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