2003-04-30 - 6:27 p.m.
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i'll be steve mcqueen, you'll be ali mcgraw - sunday's best i'm stressed out i'm on this jury. it's a long, violent case. it's sad. the witnesses are unreliable at best. the lunch breaks are ridiculously long. on a less important note, i've got a 50 something year old woman who seems to like to touch me. i don't like when guys do it, i don't like when women do it either. and now, i sound like a baby. waa. anyway my moms told me about all the problems my sister, and her boyfriend are having. money problems. they're young, dumb kids. all i do is worry for those two beautiful little boys they have. my nephew's are the heart of my family. they're not mistreated, but, they got a raw fucking deal when it came to the parent department. everything they say about kids having kids, is true. i was also getting the full court press from ryan. matt and i talked after ryan made calls, and couple of visits. i told matty i was all about him, and i'd talk to ryan. that's exactly what i did. i told him on the phone not to call, or come over anymore. matty and i didn't argue, or have any static. we were totally on the same page. so, it wasn't what you'd call a problem. i just didn't want it to BECOME a problem. for awhile there, it just felt like everything was happening at once. like crappy stuff, you know? stuff that made my stomach hurt, and not be able to sleep. sometimes i hate caring about people. as stupid as that may sound. later
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