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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 18:18:48 GMT -7
---some stupid bitch in the grocery store told me i had a slut face today!
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 18:58:29 GMT -7
safe to assume you provoked her. what'd you do?
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 19:09:01 GMT -7
---i really didn't! i was behind her in the queue, right? and she was buying such a shitload of crap, cass. it was a heartattack on a conveyor. and the stupid checkout girl was going so slowly, swiping every box of twinkies, you know? and allie was getting restless, so i just told her to spare herself the weight gain and put half the shit back. which she didn't.
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 19:19:00 GMT -7
don't pull that shit with her there harley, for all you know she was some psychopath. and besides, you haven't got much room to tell people what weight gain is.
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 19:21:05 GMT -7
---what was she gonna do, eat me?! shut up, i've gained like, ten pounds top and that's only because i've been so fucking stressed trying to raise our daughter as a single mom.
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 19:23:58 GMT -7
you don't fucking know, maybe she had a machete in her bag! easy with the low fucking blows, i wasn't even serious. so don't act like you sleeping all day and letting her do whatever she wants is equivalent to doing a single thing for her.
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 19:26:00 GMT -7
---...have you been drinking? you're such a dick, how would you know what i do? seeing me for two minutes a month doesn't equate to knowing me, i sleep in when you're around because i get no fucking sleep while you're gone. jesus you're a migraine.
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 19:37:14 GMT -7
nahhh, watching too much tv. because alessia tells me? question, how do you expect me to justify you to her? because that's a real fucking migraine. she's probably sick of hearing you're sick. i mean, how long does one have mono for? because she might be seven but she's nowhere near dumb.
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 19:49:23 GMT -7
---she's a little bullshitter. you're the one who treats her like an idiot, telling her daddy wants to be around her but can't find the time to be. anyway, the grocery store isn't the only place i went today. i have something to confess to you, promise you won't get mad.
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 19:53:23 GMT -7
right, your daughter is a liar. yea well daddy needs to make some money so she could at least have a roof over her head, so piss off. .. what are you getting at?
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 20:11:34 GMT -7
---she's seven, she's prone to exaggeration. you know how you always use the working to fund the family excuse to not actually spend time with said family? well, i was thinking about how unfair that is on you. and allie. so i went for an interview at this diner and guess what... i got the job! i'll work five shifts a week, all while alessia is at school or dance practice, so you won't even have to babysit. but with the extra money you could afford to be at home more.
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 20:15:08 GMT -7
you can call and tell them thanks but you're not taking the job.
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 20:16:46 GMT -7
---i knew it, i knew you'd prove yourself as a bullshitter! why wouldn't you jump at the chance to spend time with your daughter, cassius? if it was ~so~ important to you, why wouldn't you accept this one minor change?
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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 27, 2011 20:19:43 GMT -7
for starters harley, you went behind my back and did that as if it were ok. and it's not even fucking close to ok. second of all, a diner, yea? you do realize that's exactly where truck drives go stop in the midst of their shifts. the majority of them being total fucking scumbags. three, who's to say that's even where you went for a "interview."
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Post by harley mayfield on Feb 27, 2011 20:22:30 GMT -7
---i can't run everything i do by you when you're not even here, and anyway, i didn't think it was such a big deal. i hardly think it's a fucking orgy at eleven o'clock during the day, me pouring the greasy bastards gritty coffee. only you could see that as a romantic image. and what exactly is that supposed to mean?
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