8/04/2001 01:47:36 AM
i'm almost finished my mom's website but i am tired so off to bed i go. we rented pollock and ate pizza. husband said it was like watching ed harris jerk off for two hours, which is pretty accurate. the film seemed really self gratifying for harris, a first time director, as a brilliant tortured soul, and incidentally, lead character. it was no fight club, or unbreakable, but it was definately a good heckle. then we went to wal-mart and bought some stuff, nothing exciting there, except for the always confusing antics of milton fozbottom. a short little hatefull hillbilly that would belly ache and complain about everything, and constantly bitch at me for not having done things i wasn't even responsible for, things he and his guys were responsible for, until the day i quit i snapped and told him off. everytime he sees me wandering around in there shopping he says hello to me, all phony and nice, talks to my daughter, acts distinclty unlike the man that cussed me out repeatedly, and treated me like crap. i hate him, he hates me, and we both know it, so why the act? i would rather he ignored me. i forgot to buy my sock monkey making kit, and now i am sad. and tired.

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