breaking hearts has never looked so cool [ 15.07.04 - 9:19 you wanna piece of me? ] it's seven freakin' thirty am - god isn't up at this hour. part i: calvin lessthanthrees me (though not nearly as much as jacki) i'm in a surprisingly good mood for some reason. last night, calvin & i chit-chatted & being that i'm a dirty bugger lately, flirted ridiculously. i was lying on the couch, half-unconscious from exhaustion & spread eagle from the heat. calvin walked in & said in response to my class, "that's very nice" to which i replied, "oh yeah. wanna dry hump?" he consented, but alas! no dry-humping was to be had. later on, i was walking out of the house & calvin was playing video games. i passed in front of the tv in my patented slow-walk tv-block move, then abruptly spun around with my ass facing him & did a sassy booty dance. "get out of the way!" he said, & as an afterthought, "nice bum, though." it is nice. & calvin loves me. part ii: goals that i will never accomplish (but i don't fuckin' care) yesterday, i had planned on making it a goal not to curse today. i've given up already. however, i've also decided to attempt a new, positive outlook on life. i will still hate & 'posi' still sucks, but i'm going to at least try to not let life get me down so much, & try not to be so angry. i may need pharmaceutical assistance... part iii: the loins from which the fruit that is me sprang from (& other tragedies) yesterday, my mom called & told me what a cad my dad has been lately. i mean, he's always been sort of a fuck, but apparently, he's sunk to new lows. you see, my dad has been trying to get out of paying child support for my sixteen-year-old sister, shannon, since my parents divorced & lately he's come up with a new angle, which revolves around shannon's dysfunction. she hasn't really been living at home for a while now, because my mom lives in the country & my sister is a "party animal" or something, so it's just not convenient. she hasn't moved out, she's just never home. my mom still supports my sister financially & they still go for dinner & coffee a lot, but my sister just rarely sleeps at home. basically, that's all that's changed. anyway, for the past couple of months, a timeframe mysteriously coinciding with the fact that he's trying to buy a house with the woman he's been dating for 8 months (ha!), he's been attempting to "trick" my sister, my mom & i into "confessing" that shannon doesn't live at home. no one's breaking but god bless 'im for tryin'! apparently, the day before yesterday, he went up to my sister while she was working and asked her straight up (as opposed to his regular passive aggressive angle) if she lived at home. my sister who i guess developed the skill of lying lately, said, "yeah, of course." my dad gave her a skeptical look, but she persevered in her pseudo-lie. then my dad broke out the big guns: "you know, if you did live on your own, i would give you the money i give your mother for child support." sneaky bastard, but my sister was too smart to fall for it. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever move out." ha. the truly ironic part of the story of my dad? i haven't seen him in almost a year, my sister only sees him because they work together, he doesn't see the three young children from his marriage post-my mom, but he volunteers at big brothers of america. yeah. i know. [ previous entry - next entry ]

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