|Dangerspouse Rides Again|
Garage - Track
Sept. 17, 2023 - 5:37 p.m.
Yes, SUCK. .
You all suck.
I poured my heart out in my previous entry and not ONE of you promised to extract bloody revenge in my name. All I got was meaningless expressions of sympathy, evidence-free postulations that I would be ok, and one offer of a blowjob (nice, but would have been better had it had come from a girl).
I was originally going to relate one of the stories I mentioned in my last entry. But so much time has passed that I thought I should instead give an update. So here it is:
Still unemployed, unemployment insurance ran out last month, I have no kidneys left to sell - not my own, anyway - and my PornHub Super User subscription cost is going up at the end of the year.
I broke three - THREE - teeth from stress grinding them to literal dust in my sleep. Had all three yanked.
I lost my voice for a while because of something called "silent reflux" - another stress related malady. Medicine has helped though, so I'm back to annoying NewWifey(tm) at full volume again. Hooray!
The tax man swallowed almost half of my severance check. As a result we have to move to cheaper digs. I suggested North Korea or Antarctica, but NewWifey(tm) thinks we might be able to swing an unheated tar paper shack in the Ozarks. I admire her optimism.
We're now sprucing up DangerHouse to make it more attractive for potential
Guess what? The contractor found that not only was the deck falling down, but so was the part of the house it was supposed to be attached to. You read that right. "Supposed to be" attached to. Previous owner hired someone whose work wasn't good enough for Brazilian favelas. Not only did they not set the porch posts in concrete, they just drove a few nails from the deck directly into the house hoping that would suffice to hold it there. It wasn't. The entire structure has been gradually making its escape, and in doing so opening gaps into our house. 25 years of rain, ice, and heat, has left us with a dining room floor that is now being held up by 60% mold and sawdust.
Between stress eating and stress drinking I've put on 30 pounds since February, and my liver has just been declared a Superfund Site.
NewWifey(tm) had to leave last week to help provide palliative care to her ailing mother. She'll stay down there til the end. To say this has cast a further pall on the proceedings is an understatement.
It's not all News of the End Times, however. Check out these positives:
I can still get it up.
I won some photography competitions, and had two photos exhibited in a gallery when they were chosen as finalists in a Nikon sponsored national event. Shame you can't make money snapping pictures any more. But it's still nice to get pretty ribbons, which look great in my pony tails.