once there was sam and then there was pam.

i knew who sam was, i saw it, she didn't hide it very well. but i cut her mega slack. and then she turned on me. the vile things that came out of her mouth, she attributed to me. that was the final straw. i cut the cancer from my life. recently, she sliced up her husband. not the first time she'd attacked him, yet the fool bailed her out. must be a golden pussy on that one.

pam is the one who has the son who was abused since he was a baby. his story made me cry i mean really, how can any mother treat her kid like that. but with that background comes issues. z buys a video game with his hard earned, working in the florida heat and sun money. he loans the game to g. g then tries to play off even having the game. i went off on him one night (after he again asked to borrow money from me, of which he still owes me five bucks) and told him he has to pay for the video game. he agrees, tells me a few days later he's saved up 20 towards it, then comes a few days after that and tells me he only has 7 between him and his little thug friend and can i loan him 5? hell to the no.

i had forgotten about it, and why he wanted to borrow it when he got a longboard for x-mas, i don't know. but he asks z if he can borrow z's skateboard. a skateboard z has had since high school, and one that z paid for because he's been working since he was 16. z liked g. he felt sorry for him not just because of his past, but because of the mess of a mom he has now. so z agreed.

g never brought the skateboard back. z got a promotion and now works 4 miles from home (and you thought you were special because you walked 2 miles each way.) the bus doesn't run when he gets off work. he walked home tonight, because g took his skateboard and never gave it back.

i will be talking to pam tomorrow and she'll be given four options. i'm not in a custody fight with an ex, like she is. i've never had the cops called on me, like she has. i'm not fighting with social services over an adoption, like she is. my child is not a delinquent like hers is. money, merchandise, compensational trade, or child protective services. life is about choices and she'll have four of them.

yes, i know, iceback, sometimes you have to go through 50 people to find one good one, unfortunately, you weren't one of the 50. i've been through a 100 and i'm just not taking this crap anymore. i lucked out and found 5 good online friends, but in real life, the odds are against me. in real life, i get taken advantage of every single time.

L was a fucking bastard and T is a mess. but they are the two people who never ever ever took advantage of me. just goes to show, you can't judge the book by its cover. sometimes the people who show you who they truly are, are the people you can trust the most. when you hide who you are, then you have a problem, poseur.

z and i wear out hearts on our sleeves and everyone seems to want to snot on it. including his "dad" (you're not called "dad" for a reason)