I'm bored of this whole thing. Fuck it all.
So, I guess Asta is dying. That kind of makes me sad. I guess Clint said that the family is just making sure she's comfortable. It's so bummer to me. I mean, I know I never met her, but still. I've known about her for six or seven years. I don't remember which one. God, how old is Sylvia? I met Clint, like, A MONTH before Sylvia was born. It was so odd. When I met Clint we were all getting to be friends and shit. What I knew of him was that he was single, and hated kids. Then the next thing I know, OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, he's got an ex girlfriend who kind of FORGOT TO TELL HIM she was pregnant. I felt sure he was full of shit. I was all "NO WAY. Babies don't just SHOW UP" But I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS remember the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK of doom that he let out. God, I think he could have fucking KILLED her for not telling him. I don't blame him. Fuckin', Easter morning. Family all gathered. Gettin' a random phone call that you need to come down to the hospital and pick up your kid. But it took him a total of one day to become obsessed with his daughter. He loves that girl, and that's great. I remember once he tried to sell me on the joys of having children. He was all giving me the whole bit about how he didn't want them, but he loves Sylvia now and wouldn't trade her for anything. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I don't fuckin' like kids, man. I hate when people try to bingo me. Which reminds me, Tammy is having her baby shower next month. I need to fucking take time off. I hope I don't have to go to Susanville.Share