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2005-02-14 - 11:59 p.m. I have been remiss. In all my bitching and whining and complaining, I forgot to mention my Chicken. He brought his report card home several weeks ago. Lemme just say this…where do I sign up to get one of those annoying “my kid is an honor student” bumper stickers?? Ya. Honor roll. two reporting periods in a row. I’m so proud. Especially since last year was such crap for him. This year he seems to have found his place in things. He has more friends. He actually goes to other kids houses and does stuff, other kids actually come over to our house to do stuff. And he seems happy. Also, with his marks being so good, he hasn’t been slacking off. He seems to take it as a personal challenge to do even better next time. I don’t know what I did to deserve my boy, but I’m sure glad I did it.! *I love you chick-chick!* ::: Ok, originally I had planned on writing a Valentine’s Day entry. Ya, uh huh. That’s cuz ORIGINALLY I had planned on going all out for it. I had things planned, yanno? Candles, wine, chocolate dipped strawberries….the works. (“the works” also included the purchase and use of one or more adult toys, with or without batteries, and an entire evening of Husband and I doing naughty things to one another). Well, February 14 this year was so incredibly craptastic, that I decided to CANCEL Valentine’s day this year, and celebrate it at a later date. Let me summarize:
::: have I ever mentioned how much I hate being stood up? Yup. I don’t think I’d mind so much if it didn’t happen so often. I got stood up twice in as many days. By the same guy, no less! I have this ex-boyfriend/friend/really fucked up guy that I know, Marlborough. We used to hang out all the time and were really close. Sad thing is, he’s a real fuck up. His dad drank himself to death. His mum, who never drank, smoked like a chimney and died of lung cancer. One of his sisters is an alcoholic who won’t speak to him, his other sister speaks to him, but gives him hell all the time. If there’s a vice out there somewhere, he’ll find it, try it, and become its new best friend. Last time I saw him was about 3 years ago. Then….nothing. Well, about a month ago, I had a dream about him. In it he was really angry at me, but wouldn’t talk to me, or tell my what I’d done to make him mad. The dream wandered off somewhere after that and got really weird, and I don’t remember it. But, the part about Marlborough stayed with me, and I couldn’t get him out of my head. I called an old friend of his (D) who still sees him on weekends, and passed along a message. Of course, with D being a total crackhead, I wasn’t too confident Marlborough would ever get my message. How surprised was I to answer the phone 2 days later at 10:40 pm (I mean who calls OUR house at 10:40 pm?!), and hear this sexy voice say, “hey, darlin’” It caught me so off guard. Not just that he called, but at how happy I was to hear his voice. I’d forgotten what it was like to have old friends who really KNOW you. I don’t have to pretend in front of Marlborough, and i couldn’t if I wanted to, he knows me too well. Well, turns out, he’s not been doing so well. The last 3 years have not been kind to him. He quit drinking, which is good, but he replaced it with crack. Um…not good. We made plans to meet for coffee the next day, because he needs to “talk to me”. He says he’s sick. That he likely won’t “be here” this time next year. He said he’d call me the next day after supper, and we’d get together. Next day. After supper. after dishes are done. After the dog has been walked. Finally Marlborough calls at 9:00 pm. He was visiting his sister and lost track of time. So sorry. He will call me back the next day after supper, and we’ll get together. Ok. Well, it’s almost a week later, and still no call. Why do my very best friends, who know me so well, have to be so fucking flakey??!! 
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