So shit hit the fan...but as usually, I'm the one throwing the shit so I guess I can't complain.

Since the whole mad thing with Bradey happened, I can't sit nex to him without sweaty palms and twitchy legs. I just can't get comfortable around him whether we're with people or alone...

So today I told him sorry, I guess I'm just not cut out for this, but it's over. Now he's on some rampage where he won't give back the $130 gold ring I gave him because I can't find one of his shitty old sweaters...aparently it has sentimental value. OH YEAH, and he wants the new PBR sweater he bought me for my birthday a little over a week ago. I told him to just hawk the ring for the PBR and fucked if I know where the other one is. He's not taking it though...he NEEDS that old white sweater back...like his life depends on it man!

Whatever...I searched high and low both at the farm and the apartment, Moki checked the car and trunk...this thing grew legs and is GONE. I don't care...fuck it. Keep the stupid ring. And go knit yourself a new sweater because I don't fucking have it! My bet is that it's at the bottom of his own damn closet and he forgot...

that's all for tonight...
Later