Paige Lynn Kasper

For the first time in history, my mother actually complained about her husband yesterday. She identified that when Senior gets sick, the world has to stop revolving for him until he gets better, and only if he gets better. "When I was on kemo I sat in the doctors office alone, I drove myself, I worked two jobs..." The complaints rolled on and on. "Suddenly he gets sick and, once again, I have to go out and get his lazy butt medicine..." I nodded my head rubbing on free samples of lotion into my hands. It was up to me to find humor relief in the situation. We looked at Christmas decor and I tried to convince her to let me take the written portion of my drivers test, a valid permit would be nice. "Don't you just love being seen in public with me?" I asked, a nearby stranger laughed with my mom. At Kroger's, my new hang out joint, we returned bottles and such. I went to get some hand sanitizer and when I discovered it was empty, went on about how the world was coming to an end. Nothing new there.

Taylor and I are having a baby girl and her name shall be Paige Lynn, as you could get from the title of this post. I thought about that while my m0ther was going on about my step dad, complaining. I don't want that when I get married in the future. It really should be a two way street. I don't want my life being as hard as my mothers. My step father says that Taylor plans on marrying me. Surprise surprise, he thought I didn't know. I give off that marriage vibe. My step dad said that if I do take the truck and I do happen to get into an accident, my fault or not, he's telling the authorities that I took the truck without asking because he won't grow a pair and just stand by his original decision. So he would get me in trouble just because he can't grow a back bone.

Today was a Monday in my opinion. As soon as I got home from Delta, I called my dad and had him pick me up, I had to get out of there. It was bad enough I couldn't just scream to get my frustrations out. Ready? Here I go. I'm not sure if I wrote it in here or not, but the reason I couldn't go golfing with my older friends was because Matthew wasn't emotionally stable enough to handle it. So, I asked Nick if he could go to Matthew and tell him that if taking my ring and necklace back would make everything okay again, since my ring alone was more than the phone bill I so proudly racked up. Matthew said no, they were a gift and he doesn't take gifts back. Well, it took me all day to figure out just what that meant. Literally, Nick and I were on our way home from Delta (after the first time his newish car broke down and senior came to the rescue) and I said "wait a minute, if Matt doesn't take gifts back because they were gifts, then why did he take my car away? That was a graduation gift and that's more important than a birthday gift." Nick got all pissy saying he didn't care and he wasn't passing on any more messages; I told him to shut up, that I didn't want him to pass on any messages at all. I was just saying. I was pissed off about that for the rest of the day. What a fucking hypocrite! He says he doesn't take gifts back but the bastard takes my fucking car away! I want to see him dead in all reality. Hm, what a terrible thing to say. Too bad I really do. I was right when I called him Senior jr. Fucking cunt face.