The Journal of Greg Rodriguez
August 21, 2001 1:26 AM
Today was one of those days when Murphy's fucking Law
kicks you in the balls. I made the mistake of actually
thinking that everything was going well. I was confident
and content. That's always when something really stupid
happens; stupid as in an event which just smacks you down
to the ground.
Today my friends pushed me in a pool. I didn't really
mind; it was fine, they were just playing around. But I
neglected to realize when I let myself be pushed in the
pool that I had my cell phone in my pocket.
It doesn't work anymore.
Goddamn it. I'm so pissed. Second Motorola V2397 phone
I've broken this year. BROKEN. TWO. OF THE SAME FUCKING
MODEL. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I don't
how my dad's gonna react. It was an accident; it could've
happened to anyone. His phone is broken, too, and don't
think I'm not trying to think of a way to use that fact to
my advantage. But that's only the first one he's broken.
I've broken TWO. Goddamn it.
I left it blatantly on the table, so hopefully he'll see
it, and not bother to wake me up in anger. I'm gonna call
him as soon as I get up, and maybe it'll be easier for him
to deal with on the phone. And here's a random fact: I told
him I broke my last cell by phone too. Murphy's Law. Shit.
That's about it. That, and the fact my mom's in the
hospital again. Truth be told, I'm so confused about that
situation, I don't even wanna write about it now. If
anything develops I will, but not now.
That makes me seem really fucked up. I'm more worried
about my cell phone than my own mother. I know my mom's
gonna be alright, though. I think I know that. Anyway, too
much in my head right now. Maybe I'll write more tomorrow.