My Mom's New Boy Toy.

Okay so I was taking a shower and I realized something that blew my mind...I'm happy. Woah. That feels weird to say. But I don't know why I'm happy, I didn't get any sleep last night, my head feels like Adolf Hitler - shitty, and my Mom is not here because she's at her new boyfriend's house. Oh great. Who's my mom's new boyfriend? I don't know if I should tell you. It's pretty fucked up.

Okay so you see half the conversations I have with people who's dads had died and they all say the same thing:

"my mom hasn't been with any guy since he died five years ago,"

But you see it's almost been a whole year since my Dad had died and she already met this fuck. And get this...his name is Mark. For those of you who don't know me, my Dad's name was Mark, and so for my Mom to A) date before the one year and B) date a guy who's name is the same as my dead dad's. Yeah she's done it. And the worst part is that they started dating a couple months back. Ugh. I was happy when I started this, but now I'm just fucking angry.

"When do you want to meet him?" says my uber-blonder mom.
"Never."
"No really, Justin," she laughs.
"I'm being serious."
"Well why? That makes no sense."

That makes no sense? Mom, even fucking Hellen Keller could see the fucked up-ness in this.

But she stopped asking me after one day...

THE SLIP

So my Mom came up to me and really said this:

"hey do you have any clothes you don't wear? Mark's children need some clothes."

Any clothes? She wants me to give up my fucking clothes for some fucking guy and his fucking kids? No fucking way. I don't fucking care if these clothes don't fit me, I'm not giving shit to those fucking kids.

So you want to hear something fucked up? That last paragraph right above me is exactly what I said to my Mom.

Now after that there was yelling being tossed around, profanities that I'm not proud of, and a fight I wasn't expecting to have that day. It's funny in some way I didn't mean to say any of that shit out loud, but if I didn't I would've probably ended up giving those fucks my clothes.

So you think all of that shit is going to be over, right? Wrong! So instead of her asking me to go meet him, she just talks about all the fun stuff they do together making her think I'm going to be jealous and want to meet him. It goes a little something like this:

"hey so Mark and I were watching "Saturday Night Live" on his x-box! Isn't that wild?"

"hey so Mark and I went zip-lining."

"hey so Mark and I went to go see that new movie you've been wanting to see. It's pretty damn good"

"You have Netflix, right? Well Mark and I were just watching the most funniest thing!"

"You want to hear what me and Mark did last Tuesday?"

"Mark's kids are so fun!"

"I'm going to Mark's"

She is just making me want to put a bullet into my head. Ugh. I'm really getting stressed out writing this. Let's go back to something funny...

SOMETHING FUNNY.

Wow saying "let's go back to something funny" and then putting it in a title that says "something funny" is really not making me think of anything funny. Well I guess this is where I'll end it today. But I'll be in Career Academy today so I'll talk to you again in another hour or so.