For it has been a long time..
Forgive me, father...Ya'll, it's been something. The last couple months, that is. This Friday we leave on a week long cruise. We being my wife, her three kids, and her entire family. On a Carnival Cruise, eww. Now what you're saying to yourself is, "I know this man who used to whine about being broke and lonely isn't whining about a week long vacation with his beautiful, younger wife and step kids?" He is, I am. I'd rather stay home, alas I cannot, so I'll whine until we depart on the 26th.
Work has, well it's not been good actually. We lost money in April and May. Two loser months after many, many highly profitable was a real blow to the ego. Back on track for better this June, but it means I'm working harder than I'd care to at my advanced age.
I have very much blown thru much of my savings since I met A. This is not a reflection on her. It's on me. Concerts and trips, trips and ball games. The finest of cars and such. Living like there is more to be had around the corner. There is...as long as my company keeps growing. That wasn't the case in Q2. Very much must be in Q3.
Lastly, let me again say my oldest stepson is the dumbest kid on the planet. I want him out of my house. He might make it to graduation in a year. Not if he keeps making self harm threats online and the FBI has cops show up at my house again! Kids, take your meds, listen to your parents, eat a balanced meal. You don't need attention, you needs wins. Oh and take your meds, did I mention that one? Don't skip them for three days while at your loser dad's house. I'm sorry that asshat didn't take you to Summerfest, cry about it, complain about it, say he let you down, cause he did. "Get it out!" In a journal, like this one. Not on a fucking Fortnite message board.









