Janine keeps nodding off while we play Jenga.  This heroin’s getting out of control.  We can’t play any games that involve a lot of strategically placed pieces.  We tried playing Risk and she just kept asking why we were fighting.  I tried to explain that we weren’t fighting; it was just a game.  She said, “Oh, you mean like Jenga?” and then she fell asleep on the board and pushed all of my Australia on the floor.  I’m really getting sick of this shit.  Sometimes I think she’s being really fashionable (since most fashion escapes me) but then other times she tries to go to the movies wearing a beach towel and cowboy boots.  I’ve never seen that, not even in the magazines at my dentist’s office (my extremely fashionable dentist’s office, mind you).  When we go to dinner, she orders really complicated things that aren’t even on the menu like hambots and rainbow tacos.  One time at the Italian place she ordered butterflies.  The waiter just gave her this disguted look and brought her some butter.  When she woke up and saw it, she just started crying and mumbling about how all the guns in the world are shooting at her all the time and she doesn’t think she can out-run the bullets any more.  How the hell am I supposed to enjoy fetuccini alfredo with that sitting across from me?  And her art sucks.  Like her music.  Maybe it’s the same thing.  I don’t know anymore.  She’s been playing this broken snare drum with paint brushes.  You tell me.  She wants me to buy her an accordian for her birthday.  I told her I already got her The Princess Diaries box set and that her birthday was two months ago.  She said that was her ironic birthday present.  It cost 50 bucks and she hasn’t even watched it yet.  She keeps falling asleep when she starts looking at the box.  I don’t think I can do this anymore.

06/12/2007
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