Writing isn't as much fun when I'm not working. There's an urgency to consolidate my ideas that doesn't exist when I have all the time in the world. I do have some issues I'd like to address, though. Number one is that obviously, no one bothers to read my journal. I hate this phase, because its a false sense of security. I start thinking its safe to write about people I know, but then word gets out that MEGAN LONG HAS A PUBLIC JOURNAL, then suddenly people flock to see what I think of them. If you came here and hit Ctrl+F before reading through all the entries, you are LAZY and shouldn't even be here. I'm just saying. If you want to know what I think, spend five minutes with me and you'll know where you stand.
Here's a more personal problem- Wayne's mom has just offered the mother of Wayne's child a job on her paper route. This means mom and mini-mom are going to be spending HOURS every day together. I smell a rat. I get the idea that someone is trying to set me aside. Not that I'm worried it will happen, I'm just a little pissed that you're even trying it. If either of those women start talking about child support, I'm selling one of them into white slavery, and I know there's a market for the young and fertile.
Vitriolic? Venomous? Not I.
Its been a long day, hug me. Let me shower first though.
