Thug plays marriage counselor
2002-04-14 / 11:04 a.m.

I've been feeling icky the past couple of days, so convinced I'm on the verge of having a heart attack.

I did nothing yesterday, nothing at all. Today I should go out to Denios flea market to buy that hot sauce sign Thug was admiring last weekend. I should run out to Barnes and Noble to check out their journal selection and whether anything strikes my fancy. I should finish cleaning the house, especially the master bath which needs a good scrubbing. I should go out and buy some seeds to plant... flowers that will for certain never see the light of day. I have a brown thumb. GS says I should symbolicaly plant that thumb before planting the real thing. How does a person symbolicaly plant ones own brown thumb? I get the idea of it and all, but still, how does a person go about doing it? It is worth looking into. hmm... but I can't wait.

Must excersise restraint. Must experience personal growth. Must not have a heart attack.

I worried I'd drop dead and Thug would find my cell phone in my purse. The phone would eventually ring, or he'd eventually figure it out and call the number on the list. The truth would come out. eeeeeee!!!!

My sister and her husband are having difficulites in their marriage. For four years now (which I am not supposed to know about) they haven't had sex. We all think he's on drugs, with his mood swings, staying up for days, sleeping for days. He's a dirty rotten slob is what he is. He doesn't shower after coming home from work. He's a plumber fer'cryin'out loud! He works in shit and comes home tracking dirt, mud, crap, smelling like the freakin sewers. He plops his ass down on the couch to watch TV without attempting to clean up.

I'm running out of time, Thug has come home from WalMart bearing wonderful surprises.

Anyways, basically Thug went over there even though they've seen a marriage counselor and he counseled them himself. Not because he thinks he's so great himself, but they wanted it, and I do believe he's got a certain kind of "nack?" for it. So aftwards he tells them to get ready, he's coming to get me and we're all going out to see a movie. All was good and I can probably expect more "babysitting" next weekend.

Ahhh... I'm rushed to finish this entry. blah blah and more blah.

I give up!