Last weekend and the beginning of this week has been a whirlwind of moods and feeling. And there HAVE been tornadoes reported, especially not far from where I work, albeit pretty small ones and not really threatening: A few uprooted trees and collapsed billboards falling on some poor guys’ cars. My wife told me that her friend—or I should say our friend as I also know her and actually we were doing something together a while back, but she and wifey are, y’know, closer—was again beat up by her now-former bastard boyfriend who as it turns out is already married. Yep, again, meaning she had suffered from this kind of treatment from her boyfriend before this bastard. I don’t know what I exactly felt really when my wife told me this. I know anger was there, for that bastard, for sure. Bu, I mean this nice girl was thrown into this situation again. WTF? And she didn’t report this bastard. Okay, he’s a fuckin police officer, but I’m pretty sure there are decent people in the force who can help her. Right?
And, the wife of one of my wife’s uncles (er..yeah that, you know) files for a divorce. They have such two such lovely little children (almost five and almost four). Man, that quite annoyed me. Really, it did. Okay, my wife’s uncle is not exactly a bleeding This Year’s Husband: He does not have a job; he does odd jobs and just recently he got conned of quite big amount of money, so I guess he’s pretty dumb.
Aaaand, I am buried with this copywriting, translating, a bit of writing articles and stuff, and was caught in the rain last night, hence, my staying home now (me nose somewot runny and shit) and rants.
Bear with me?