Today I paint the bathroom.

A minor task to most but for me will prove challening. I had some work done on the ceiling and it has to be sealed so as not to crack open again. This will require a lot of reaching and back and forth motion-not my favorite things to do these days. My asshat best friend offered to help but he is like 1 and 15 on shows-to-offers, lately. So I'm not going to wait around for him to blow me off. I have a lot of French work to do and other stuff to buy. He will show, but at which point in this weekend's timeline is unsure.

So skip him.

Speaking of which...This woman he has started dating is beginning to really urk me. He has been not returning calls and not showing up for weeks now. On the phone I have to constantly hear about "Mickey did this..." and "Mickey and I did went..." blah, blah, blah. Who the hell calls their girlfriend 'Mickey' anyway? Sounds like he is dating a 65 old Irish man.

Anyway.

I know these things happen; men, unlike woman, tend to dump their friends for the fairer sex. And it doesn't matter how long they've know each other or if they were schoolyard friends or war buddies. Men drift apart more easily than woman. I've seen it happen countless times. I guess it's my turn now. I always knew it could happen.

I am not pleased.

Some creature runs up in my spot and just because she has a pussy I get relegated to second fiddle. Doesn't seem very fair to me. I would put certain people above my best friend but not woman. Not even a spouse.

Guess that why I'm divorced.

And I know life is unfair. Life is mean and mired by hands of men less touched by the grace of better days. Still. With everything that is going on with my back and my other relationships, I think that is crappy timing, at the very least.

Story of my life.

So today I will paint and when I start to feel that mucky feeling of pain, I will burn it out with anger. Anger for my back. Anger for my douchebag best friend. Anger for all the selfish and ungrateful things I read and see, between the lines. When the pain comes I'll just keep on painting.


Time to get to work...

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