Just What We Needed

Someone called here tonight. Someone who gave Jade a hard time. Someone who I think is Jana's husband, Shorty. I think he's the one that's been terrorizing James and his family for the past eight days too. There's just no telling. I think Shorty's the one that called here tonight. Or at least his son did. Whoever it was, they were a guy. Jade told us that much. And the area code number on the caller ID box was 334. Jade erased it before I could see all of it. How did they get the new number? Being a member of MetaFilter's The Scooby Doos, I did a little research. It seems that when he sent the last package of pictures to Jana, James also sent one of Jade's medical student calling cards. It has her phone number, pager number, and hotmail email address. I'm kind of afraid to check there and see what this bunch of insanos has emailed her with. If it wasn't Shorty who's been making the calls, could it be his son? Or maybe some of his son's friends? Jana's mentioned that Michael doesn't go online, but does the same go for his sons? I doubt it. She can't control that, and if this whole stupid thing has circulated that entire family, and I think that if that's the case, well, then, what would stop it from going to the family members' friends?

I didn't need this eight hours before the start of the Horse Walk. Jade and I are the only ones up. Dave knows about the calls, but there's not a lot that he can do about them now. This guy that called here, called Jade filthy names. They threatened her. They said filthy stuff to her. She was in tears after the call, and has been drunk ever since. I'm going to email Jana as soon as I finish this blog entry, and maybe when I get home from the Horse Walk I'll have a reply waiting for me. I don't know, though. This might make her mad. But it's worth it to me.

Crazy Girl

Someone emailed me tonight. They wanted to know why I haven't hooked up with Andrea, AKA Andi, yet. Well, let's see, it's like this, okay? Anyone that's been reading this blog, and the one from May, know that I'm happily married to Marcy. That's why I can call her a slut, because I know first hand at how she is. That and she can't say squat, or I'll post her "movie" on every site I run on the web, and that's a lot. But there's more to this than meets the eye. Andi seems crazy. Read her blog. I haven't emailed her in so long because I don't want to add fuel to the fire, and get her writing more poems, and calling here day and night. I don't want that. Andi is 15 years old. Yeah, I'll help her with the web stuff and all, but she seems to want more, and I can't give here that. Also, she looks kinda like my sister, Jade, with her hair cut that way, and just because I live in Oklahoma doesn't mean that I engage in the strange activites as the people here and all through the south, okay? I would never sleep with or do anything sexual with a family member, and that's final. Makes you wonder about a certain person that's been emailing James, who, for some reason, thinks that they're related to him, but at the same time wants to jump his bones. Heh heh heh. See, I learned a hard lesson this summer: If someone doesn't have the URL for your weblog, then chances are, neither will the make-believe people that are in her head that read this at the same time that she does, and then get mad about it. HA! I can say that now because she can't find my weblog!! I AM FREE!!!!!!!!

ESP

Why do I sense a fight brewing? Could it be because I know that Marcy's told Ryan Yeh that Erik's gay and wants him? That's not true. Erik doesn't want Ryan. Yeah, I listen to what Erik says. I'm probably one of a very few, though. From the ride home, I learned that Ryan had thrown a fit, threw Erik's book bag at him, and left him there in the hall with no help between classes. In all fear of being labeled a "fag", I'd have helped Erik. It's just wrong to not help someone because they're gay or whatever. I'd never do that to someone.

Well, two more days after today, and then it all boils down to who's the best horse rider... Me or Cedric. I can win. I know I can!

Damn

Not much to write about with the Horse Walk coming up and all. There's not a lot to say, except........

I'm scared.

Yeah, I'm scared of this whole thing. It could make or break my life, you know? Marcy just LOVES Cedric because he's got this great paying job, and he's a head in life. Me? I play first chair flute in the Tulsa Philharmonic for $10 per hour. I'll never be a doctor, and I like what I'm doing, career-wise, but if I can beat Cedric at this Horse Walk, Marcy would stay with me forever. I have to do it. I have to beat him.

At least James feels a little better since he watched that movie.

Five Away From A Thousand

995. That's Jade's counter for the moment. She's almost hit her goal. And in less then a month! How did she do it? I've checked her stats, her counter only gets unique hits, and it doesn't count hers or my visits! What's up with that? Why did she become so popular all of a sudden? I think I know why. It's the nudie pics, isn't it? Well, you know what? that should be outlawed. My sister should not be popular because of what she has between her legs. Or because she's giving it out for free. I'll be the first to admit it: My sister has a problem. It's called nymphomania, and she can't help it. It's nothing more to be ashamed of then a sprained joint, but still people look down on her. Why?

James is still doing that sleeping pills thing. Dionna's been here crying to Dave and Jade all day. She thinks that James has a terminal illness, and neither of them are doing anything to tell her any different. Which is sad. Why did James decide to do this? Doesn't he know that this could be his one chance to be happy for the rest of his life? I knew when my chance came for me to be happy, I took it. I have a wonderful wife, who's going to be here any minute, and a beautiful daughter that I wouldn't trade for the world. I know that at the time, I only wanted to prove my dad wrong about me and his "gay-boy" speeches (Jana was concieved a year ago today!), but you know what? That doesn't matter any more now, because the people who do think that don't mean a thing to me, and the people who mean the world to me don't believe it. They don't even hear it. It's so wonderful. This whole life of mine has turned out great. I am happy.