Sometimes you snicker at the thought that a chunky attorney will step on a rake and get smacked in the face…hard.
Or you hope that during his next hunting trip he decides to take a dump out in the bush and accidentally sticks his ass in a cactus that happens to rest upon poison ivy/oak because you’d giggle your ass off at the thought of his dumb redneck ass having to figure out how to deal with that.
You can add all sorts of other ridiculous ideas like hoping he craps blood, gets lice and gets all sorts of unpleasant experiences because his dumb, nosy ass deserves all that and more.
But mostly you like the idea of looking him in the eye and telling him to go fuck himself because you know things he wishes he did.
He couldn’t put his finger on what made the dumb lawyer repulsive to him. It wasn’t just that he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong or that he was among those you would classify as intelligently stupid.
Nor was it his schlatterish manner and approach.
He had no doubt the dummy was trying to get the pants off of a particular woman.
That was probably it.
That was probably what irked him.
That and the dumb look on his face.
It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t right, but that dumb look and his overall manner just chapped his hide.
A slimy Eddie Haskell type thing.
Might have been willing to give him a chance, but the dope thought he was entitled to poke around where he wasn’t invited.
Losers had a way of doing that.
Looks like a dumb lawyer has been sniffing around where they shouldn’t be sniffing.
Reading posts in places they shouldn’t know about unless they made a lucky guess or were told.
I am rooting for lucky guess because it would be really disappointing if they were told. It is certainly possible I am wrong about the IP address.
I hope that is the case and I am just overreacting because my stress level is somewhere close to nuclear.
Funny thing is that place hardly gets updated so if they were looking for secret information there is nothing recent to find.
But like I said, I might be wrong. It might not be who I think in which case I would have to apologize for jumping.
I want to write more, but my damn eyes ache. I need to rest them.
More to come tomorrow.
I feel like the walking dead. Got one who is miserable and floundering and one who is floating. The usual parade of idiots offering dumb ideas as if no one else could have possibly thought or tried them.
Could all change tomorrow. Could all get better or I could drop dead of a heart attack. 800 degrees outside, I bet I lost 7 pounds.
If I could run and hide I would, but I don’t know how to do that. Barely know how to ask for help, let alone quit.
Well, that is why some people call me crazy.
You never know true fear until something happens to one of your children.
Here I sit, wondering and waiting and thinking about all the things done and could have been done.
It is a crazy world and it is hard to say where it leads.
Hope is your best friend and your worst enemy.
I keep wrestling with iMovie. That is because I am working on a video montage for my daughter and I want it to be good.
I want it to tell a story and I want it to have some pop and layers to it. I don’t want it to be some awful, cheesy family movie thing.
But I don’t want it to be so full of effects and polish that it looks fake.
It feels a bit like writing. Sometimes I feel like I am pretty good at it and sometimes I think I am just an awful hack.