My friend, Soccerboy, and I dragged our (ok, my) lazy asses to the gym last night. I didn't feel as out of shape as I thought I would, although I'm sure everyone thinks that I'm near death after my workouts cause my face gets so red. He was very cool to meet up with me. We are going to continue this. Even if it is a pain in the ass. I'm going to get back into the swing of things. (Especially since the membership costs me $50 a month & I wasn't going)
GO DEB! GO SOCCERBOY! GO DEB! GO SOCCERBOY!
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Zoe's dad (I nearly typed his name) owe's me a fuckload of money now. (like $500) I covered his daycare costs for this week and what he owed as back late fees. It's totally embarrassing to face the daycare owner, but she's so cool. I'm sure he's not the only asshole out there that doesn't want to pay up.
He was supposed to pay on Tuesday when he picked Zoe up. I phoned him Wednesday morning and he didn't return my calls. Finally I got him and he said he didn't have the money. He said his apartment got broken into and they stole his stereo and $300 which was rent/daycare money. Oh. Motherfucker. How convenient. Why didn't they steal all the other crappy electronic stuff he has there - portable CD player (Zoe's - he took it back), many many CDs, etc.?
He had told me that he was calling his parents to borrow the money. I told him I didn't give a shit where he got it from. He also told me that he was going to borrow some from a friend at work. That he would bring it by my office (because on Wed. it's already late). He never called again and wasn't returning my calls/pages.
So last night, I phoned his mom to see if she actually was going to pay. She said she hadn't heard from him in days. Yeah, burgled. Whatthefuckever. He wouldn't know the truth if it was a big pair of fake tits in his face.
So today he sends me this note:
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so you want to call my mother up and tell her all this bullshit so pich (sic) her up yourself today
translation for those of you who don't speak asshole:
I have to pick Zoe up today even though it's his day & I need to work late and he's pissed off that his mom told him not to be such a dick.
I couldn't help myself so I sent him the following Debbitch:
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Fine. Whatever.
Maybe if you weren't such a pussy momma's boy, I wouldn't have to call her to try to get money from you.
I'll pick her up.
You are the type of man who takes it out on their kids when you don't like their mom. I'm nice to Zoë no matter what an asshole I think you are.
That's the difference between being a parent and being a loser.
I've said it before & I'll put it in writing. I just wish he'd die. I don't want to kill him or for him to die horribly or anything. I just wish he was gone so we could get his insurance money. So I don't have to fight and put up with his bullshit all the time. And so Zoe would never have to find out what a complete asshole her dad is. We could just pretend he was some soldier who died heroically in the war or something. Or got eaten by a shark. That would be cool.
I will never get any of that money back. This is why I don't really buy Zoe any gifts for Christmas. She gets it from me year round.
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I still suck because I miss Dr. E.
But I don't suck as bad because I went to the gym!
Yee haw. Time to go home.
I still hate this place without Lara, but then again, you already know that.
Tricks are for kids.