Hell, it's only the 6'th and I'm already up to 293 lines.Hell, it's only the 6'th and I'm already up to 293 lines. Sigh...... Friday September 7,1990- Took the port-a-potty to Marc and Pams for the party tommorow. Should b interesting. Did's walk in shelter is under about 5 miles of water. So I can't have any fun and games in there today. Damnit. And I can't stay until dark either. Damnit. Saturday September 8,1990- Hells bells and donkey smells. WHAT a party. Lots of ignorant fools. Doing stupid shit left and right. Pam absolutely REFUSES to ever host such a thing for Marc's co-workers again. They wouldn't comport their rugrats at all. I had to threaten one child in order to keep him away from my horse. "You try and feed my horse a handfull of sugar cubes again and I'll reach down your fucking throat and pull your stomach out of your mouth. You understand me?" He kinda looked up and got this ashen look to his face and slinked away. Now, I don't mind people doing stupid things. I expect it of people. But I get damn near physically violent when I have to repeat myself 5 fucking times to the same goddamn moron in a space of 10 minutes. It's like they don't beleive that I don't want sugar fed to my horse. |