The Day

A lady friend that is very special suggest I write today to tell you all about the days event. Today at 1400 hours is the court date for my divorce. I really don't give a shit and I am not even showing up. Fuck it. Motherfuck it. I have a default divorce because my soon to be ex wife and I decided to settle everything sans a court. Good for us, we hadn't decided on a house to buy yet, thank God. So we had no assets to fight over, we split things up when she left. I didn't want anything except the washer and dryer and a couch and chair. She sold the washer and dryer on me. I don't know if it is the divorce thing hanging over my head, but I feel a disturbance among the stars, something isn't right. I get these feeling from time to time and I am not sure if I am jaded right now due to my situation. I don't have TV, so I won't write about that bullshit, sorry Nikka. It appears I am suppose to know about this movie The Notebook I knew it was a book because I see chix reading it. It is suppose to be the drag queen of all chick flix. If you look on myspace like I have you will notice that every woman has it as her favorite movie, I should have taken that as a cue. If you want to get laid be seen buying or renting a copy of The Notebook, any chick that sees this in your sweaty formerly occupied by your member hand will creme her panties and you will get laid twice. I should have hatched this devious plot years ago, I'm gonna wear my wiener out. Of to Hastings I go...