Update  

doodoooccidental 43M
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3/17/2006 5:58 am
Update


Update

I haven't updated this blog in 2 or 3 days. Hmm, last night, I was sporting a painful ankle. Driving me up the wall, it is!!!. I was in bed. I usually go to bed very late these days. Instant chatting with my friends, mostly from China. An interesting guy from Pakistan last night. In desperation I did some search on "swoolen knees"... I reckon I need to get some exercise. Start jogging. I was looking at myself in the mirror the other day. I'm not far removed from the Buddha in his later years now with my abundant stomach.

Hmm, I came to a resolution last night and that I don't want anything more to do with my mum. I'm going to tell her the next time she rings (a dead certainty) not to ring me any more (at least until December). I need to be independent. She keeps sending me money and clothes I never ask for. I want her out of my life for my own sake and for hers too. She's enjoying her retirement. She doesn't need me to siphon off her hard-earned pension and additional income from a 1 day-per-week job she does in a Dublin hospital. So, it's over. It's finito.

I'll tell her I don't even want her to phone me and if she does, I'll hang up the phone... Once again, earlier, this week, she said to me not to go to bad places in the internet. I presume she is referring to my sexually explicit entries in blogs. I'm fed up of this. I'm fed up of her pretending to take the moral high ground... I'm not listening to her preaching any more. She's sinbinned just like my brother is. Oh, and she mentioned some spectacled, blonde, tall guy who had called personally to my mum's house and asked for my phone number. And, when I asked her what was his name. SHe said she couldn't remember. Apparently, she just took as accepted his claim, whoever, he was, that he was my friend and, on this basis, my mum gave him my phone number. I don't believe my mum's story. I believe my mum's trying to intimidate me. I've had enough.

I need to stand on my own feed. I need to be independent. I don't have enough money. I'm on the dole with bills to pay but I have got to manage. Not more bloody MacDonalds. It's too expensive. Budget, budget, budget. It's called the great game of survival, Paul. You're 31. Christ, people, half your age, are going out on their own and you're not... Get with the programme.

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