Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Running for President in 2008:

Terri, Phillip, and The Mongoloids begin school tomorrow; this evening they all went to bed early, which suited Jeremy and me well. Tomorrow everyone excluding me will be out of the house by nine o'clock a.m. I work at eleven.
I leave in less than two weeks for school. Now that Terri and I have evolved into an openly hostile relationship, I anticipate moving out with ever more eagerness. I am curt; I am blunt; I have an ironic sense of humour; I am somewhat reclusive; but I am not openly rude, usually, and if Terri does not appreciate my personality, then that's just tough noogies for her. For the record, she's far too controlling, with her own children and with the rest of us. When I washed my bath towels with my own laundry loads, off of her little schedule a couple of times, she took it as some kind of personal attack. 'Twas my misfortune to discover that my simple desire to clean my own towels when I soil them would push the woman over the edge, because according to The Father, she hasn't fully recovered.
Meanwhile, I believe very strongly that Jeremy might have reverted back to his drug habits, which consist of using primarily crystal meth. But Jeremy and his mommy are getting along great! Everything is just fine and dandy for them! I violate some retarded rule, though, and suddenly I need therapy.
Calm blue ocean... calm blue ocean...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:46 PM]