on 2008-06-25 @ 11:41 p.m.
What she doesn't understand is that most of the shit her friends are spewing at her about our situation, about my dad, is exactly that, 100% bona fide manure. It's in our blood to say things to other people that we know they want to hear, somewhere deep down in there. We know when she asks, "How does this look on me?" she wants to hear, "It looks fan-fucking-tastic." You can't use something like that as support in an argument.
And despite the fact that I agree with him, he's making my life difficult. All the time he's adding more variables and babies and women and places to the equation.