Hmmph. I suppose I am obliged to apologize for my..three month abscence...but you know, obligations are for the civil minded...which I have proudly seperated my reputation from, yes. You see, Shirley forgot to pay for the internet again..Yes, and I just now had it returned to me..And I suppose now here I am to socialize with my similar (but by no means superior) minded artsists such as myself.

..And with this journal I shall review current and newly passed events in my life.

..And yes, as we all know yesterday was fathers day. ..The first one I've ever been honoured for either ...Hmph. Just another reminder of how much of a fag my son is becoming...He does not take after me in the slightest. Can't POSSIBLY. Where DID he get those traits anyhow? God knows.....But I digress...

So, Kaput woke me at the UNEARTHLY hour of 9 with cereal prepared, yes? ..And the independant little ingrate used HALF milk, yes HALF. HE KNOWS very well I ONLY take whole, just like I ONLY drink Black swan ( a widely known fact..i will NOT take anything else.) So, simply I made him eat it. ..HE wasted his dinner anyway. I'm not fixing him anything else.

But aside from that, the boy wrote me a poem. This is what I could make of it:

'The sun is not yours to own
and neither is my heart
So hear, I leave you a chunk
Its too heavy to break apart
Because it was a burden to me
I know for you it will bring you joy."

...And he drew a picture of me and my ex-wife Stacy...with him in the middle. Hugging what was a HORRIBLE rendition of me. With my good pen.

Damn kid. Has issues. Hmmph. Meaningless poem anyway. Didnt even have a proper rhymig scheme.

And of course, somewhere in between the hours of wine and irritation from Kaput, Shirley gave me her daily, traditional lecture of how "horrible" a father I am. How i'm a bum. Tssk. So she took kaput out for ice cream. Thank god too. The kid needs a hobby...Seems like all it is is pissing the hell out of me. And pilfering my wine when I'm asleep. I KNOW he does this. I KNOW it.


..But anyhow, Shirley's threaghtening to pull the computer cord out of the wall..I suppose I'll go.


Farewell, and until I get my internet back...

~Miko