God that movie looks like a piece of shit.

Okay so what's going on with the Don-master lately?

Well my parakeet Murphy died this morning. That made me pretty upset. Anna seems to talk twice as much now. She's been screaming at me all morning and even Ozzy Osbourne can't drown her out.

I have an interview with Blockbuster this afternoon at 1pm, so I gotta take the 11:20 train, walk three miles and then sit around for an hour waiting from 12 to 1 so I can have this panel interview with a bunch of old ladies. Then I have to walk the 3 miles back to the train, wait another hour and come home. It's supposed to be almost 90 degrees today.

On Thursday I have my training day at the Stop and Shop deli from 10 until 5. But it's exactly the same as the Shaws' deli which I worked at for six months about four or five years ago so it should be boring, uneventful, long and boring. And boring. At least I get paid. I think.

Since Jacey decided to post in his journal about the stuff that's happening with the two of us I guess I'll just inform the rest of you who happen to be interested.

Where to start ... well he hates me. I dunno why he stuck around so long in the first place. He tells me pretty much every day how I make his life miserable and how I'm the worst boyfriend he's ever had and I'm just like all the assholes he's dated before who only use him for sex. The only difference being that we haven't slept together so I guess that makes me pretty worthless if I'm not even useful as an orgasm machine. He won't talk to me about any of his problems or what's going on in his life when I ask, and then he complains that I'm not there for him. I guess I just feel like he's constantly setting me up for failure. It seems like he wants to get rid of me, but he just doesn't want to be the badguy so he's making it as horrible as possible for me so that I'll leave him and he can be the victim and tell everyone what a shit I am.

I dunno how much of that is true. He's got a lot going on in his life right now apparently. He doesn't tell me anything so I don't really know. I guess I'm just not trustworthy or something. Oh and he hates my sense of humor, which I always thought was one of my selling points. It's probably a cultural difference or a language issue because it's totally impossible that I'm just not funny.

At least I didn't get him pregnant and leave him with the baby for some doctor named Bob.

Oh and if it's really ending with the two of us, then it will have happened without him ever even having called me on the phone. How fucking sad is that? I've been asking him to call me for like six months and he never did it, making up excuses about not liking his accent and long distance bills after casually asking his mother for money for a new car, as if he actually had to worry about what anything cost in his life.

I wasn't looking to end things between us. I was just frustrated and went to bed and he interpreted that as me breaking up with him. All I can really say is ... if it's what he wanted then all he has to do is nothing. Just leave me alone from now on I guess. I made the effort to salvage it here and numerous other places, but I don't think I'm going to get anything in response. I'm sure he'll be happier this way since I'm such an ass (many people can vouch for this).

I'll probably delete this journal tomorrow either way. I just wanted to say it somewhere. Nobody listens to me anyways.