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08.28.03 - 9:25 a.m. My home is no longer quiet. Adding two more people to the mix here at the 'ol homestead is going to be nice when rent time comes. Well, only one of them is paying rent, unfortunately Simon is too young to get a job. There are just no Nike factories around to send him. However, the relaxation factor is quite lower than it used to be. One would think that the 7 year old would be the loudest one, not in this case. Dara is, by far, the loudest. For some reason she stomps everywhere she goes, and she doesn't know how to close a door quietly, it must be slammed. So, when she comes home I hear a very loud stomping up the stairs and a SLAM. I don't know why it annoys me so much. Dara, in general, has gotten under my skin a bit. I just can't believe how quickly she regresses to her 'wild days' when she is not with a man. It is weird because she is perfectly self-sufficient when in a relationship, but if she isn't she just can't seem to function. She has been driving to Burlington quite a bit to hang out with these guys she met. One of them is the guy she cheated on her husband with, from the way she describes him he sounds like the typical dysfunctional, lazy, freakshow that she seems to be drawn towards. The other guy is named "hippy" and he just wants to get down her pants. She knows this because he has told her. For some reason, she can't figure out why he would think she would just 'jump him.' I suppose it has nothing to do with the fact she was fucking his best friend, while she was married, just because she wanted some sex. Dara gives guys too much credit, or she just likes to fuck with their heads...I am leaning towards the second option. I am thinking that instead of wasting her time getting high with the rednecks she should, I don't know...maybe get a job...or look for a job. Sometimes, I think she forgets that time keeps moving forward, Simon keeps growing, and she needs to use the 'now' to prepare for what is ahead. That, and rent is due in just a few days. I am not running a half way house for cheating wives...I am really not bitter...just capable of being a bitch. Of course, I have said none of this to her, even though I believe she needs to hear it, but not from me. I think that she needs to come to this realization on her own. I am not about to step up to the podium in my judges garb and pass judgement on her...but I will do it here in my diary where she will never know. Well, it is that time in the day when I get ready for work. Heh heh, which reminds me, our new Assistant Manager is currently working on his Masters Degree in some computer programming something-or-other, so one would think he could...spell. Well, yesterday he had the Manager and I look over this new binder he put together to help us organize our paperwork. One of the tabs was "Lost Lab Tubes," and he spelled "lost," "Lossted." Three cheers for the American Education System. Take care.
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