Love the Griffith! Enjoy.

And I just got a call to schedule my yearly review. As it will be with the same guy who nominated me for that award last week, I am not exactly shaking in my boots. There is the possibility that I might get called on not precisely meeting some of my "developmental goals". But that is only if he has managed to get hold of last year's evaluation to see what they were.

One of the goals they had for me was to write to legislators. I do not believe it out and out stated it, but the idea is to make sure they keep thinking of non-profit outfits like us who provide services to people with disabilities when it comes to budget-y things. I have written one or two of them specifically for that purpose, and I have most certainly emailed every state and federal Rep and Senator on any number of issues. But I do not particularly care to disclose the details of all my political activities to my employer, just for general purposes.

And I don't really remember what the other goals were.

Good thing this guy is new.

The "Why aren't you fucking visiting us every fucking day of the fucking week why don't you have time for us" shit has begun, HURRAH.

Oh, as usual, dear, P-C.

If I ever kill myself, it's going to be a rage-suicide after talking to my parents.

The "Why aren't you fucking visiting us every fucking day of the fucking week why don't you have time for us" shit has begun, HURRAH.

I suppose you can't say, "Because you pull shit like this every fucking time I do see you."

I don't even know why they want to see me so much when the feeling is clearly not mutual.

I don't even know why they want to see me so much when the feeling is clearly not mutual.

Parental entitlement.

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Now I need to relay something before I forget it happened. Saturday I didn't have to work, and went to a friends house for way too much breakfast.

As I was getting ready, I took a shower. When I got out of the shower and the mirror was fogged up. As I was drying myself I noticed very faint words in the steam on the mirror. I could just make out the words "love" and "you".

I live alone, and don't welcome company. I have lived in this apartment for almost 3 years. I know the landlady, she's one of my breakfast-on=Saturdays friends.

I have wiped fog off of that mirror many, many times in the time I've lived here.

WHERE THE FUCK DID THE WORDS COME FROM????!!!!

I keep checking to see if they appear again. Nothing yet. But I'm watching...

I did not imagine this, I was wide awake when it happened.

I'm a little creep out.

Oo quester, that's kind of, not creepy, but certainly intriguing.

Well, we've found Phantom Dennis.