Grace

40 acres and a jag
2002-05-09 10:25:54 (UTC)

10 may

hot dog! tomorrow is payday, AND i get my unemployment
check. even though we have our own place, i wish we could
take off to a hotel or something. i wish we could go to
tunica, gamble and mess around. :)

john loves his job, and i love just taking it easy around
the house. i'm seriously considering working out of the
house. getting my own domain and offering writing/editing
services. john got rave reviews about the resume i did for
him. i need to do some researching about different types; i
wouldn't know what to do for someone fresh out of high
school.

i keep dreaming that john falls out of love with me. i
don't know why because he is the most devoted husband i've
ever seen. even when i'm a total ass, he is so
understanding. too understanding. maybe i dream this stuff
to help me realize how much he means to me.

first national bank of marin is about to get a wake-up
call. they have some collector out of springfield, mo
calling here. i researched some laws to quote when i cuss
their asses out in writing. i can't believe they think i
owe them money when i onoly charged $2, and i paid it
before the due date. fuck that.

i mention, one in awhile these days, that i've published poetry, etc.
damn, everyone wants me to read their shit. i hate that because 1)
the shit is lousy and 2) they want me to tell them how to get
published. i couldn't tell them. i want to talk to someone who is
there, and we can discuss how we feel when we write, etc. why is it
so hard to find someone who has a life and some spiritual self
without being a jesus freak?

fnbm called today. they are sucking up hard, scared that
i'll turn them into the atty general. they must think
everyone is a complete idiot who can't research the law and slam
their asses. i got an offer from another bank with less grief. i'm
calling john




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