Let's just say that I'm bored stiff.
My evil uncle (whom I mentioned in my first blog entry), heard that one of his ex-girlfriends is staying at our house. He just won't give up, would he? While I was in our dressing room, I heard all our five dogs barking angrily, more than usual.
That's when I heard him go through our backyard, but one of our dogs (the toughest one guarding the entrance of our backdoor) was really giving him a threat. So my uncle decided to leave.
One of our maids said our uncle entered through the gate.
Damn.
I shoulda set all the dogs loose on him.
His ex-girlfriend happens to be my mom's close friend. The ex-girlfriend has long ago decided that my uncle was a big, fat, pissin' idiot of a jerk and dropped him like a pair of last season's skinny jeans. And now my uncle's insulting her through text like you wouldn't believe. I guess my beer-bellied uncle is friggin' scared of losing the game. (you know, THE game.)
Why does he even bother?? His ex has already moved on and living it up as a single mother (her child's graduated already, so she has freedom!) and having the time of her life. But he's decided to wallow in a quicksand of misery as long as his meaningless life allows.
What a rut... for him. sucka!
