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Some things can't be said in public. Some things you just have to blurt out.
Last night at Gonzales didn't work out. My back hurt so much that even after two painkillers of 500 mg I just wanted to lie down with my back on the hard floor and my feet in the air. I 'worked' three hours, and then got a taxi home.
So my back is back, with avengence. Wooptie-fucking-doo. Light the Maypoles and burn the feastmeals.
When I got home, my father called. I was too tired, too irritated, too sad to keep up appearances. So I blurted it out. "How are you doing?" he asked. I couldn't answer anything else but "Not so good." I told him everything, that my back wasn't doing so well and that I went home. Then he asked me about how school went. And then I told him about that too. Like I said, I was tired and sad and fed up with my back aching, so I couldn't stop the tears. This softened his reply a bit. My father has a weak spot for tears, he doesn't know how to handle them or how to reply to them. So he didn't go beserk on me, but just replied calmly.
I promised to keep him apprised.
And I noticed that Ozjish has deleted his journal? Why? Would you care to explain young man!?
Last night at Gonzales didn't work out. My back hurt so much that even after two painkillers of 500 mg I just wanted to lie down with my back on the hard floor and my feet in the air. I 'worked' three hours, and then got a taxi home.
So my back is back, with avengence. Wooptie-fucking-doo. Light the Maypoles and burn the feastmeals.
When I got home, my father called. I was too tired, too irritated, too sad to keep up appearances. So I blurted it out. "How are you doing?" he asked. I couldn't answer anything else but "Not so good." I told him everything, that my back wasn't doing so well and that I went home. Then he asked me about how school went. And then I told him about that too. Like I said, I was tired and sad and fed up with my back aching, so I couldn't stop the tears. This softened his reply a bit. My father has a weak spot for tears, he doesn't know how to handle them or how to reply to them. So he didn't go beserk on me, but just replied calmly.
I promised to keep him apprised.
And I noticed that Ozjish has deleted his journal? Why? Would you care to explain young man!?
