4/1/96
So, here's the beginning of another journal. I look back and I can't believe how grumpy and mad I was when I wrote the last journal in New York. I was mad because my relationship at the time did not work out. But did I have to be THAT mad? Whew! Another life indeed. Today my wonderful live-in (sinners, we are ;-*) girlfriend Brigit went to work early as usual. I was already up, with eggs and coffee ready for her. I'm going to look for a job later, after being "let go" from the CBS sitcom "The Louie Show", where I worked as a production assistant for the last 3 months. I wasn't really fired, so much as the show was cancelled. That Louie is funny, and really nice. Ooh, Pockets just jumped on my lap. Brigit should be home soon. We're going to rent movies and order pizza.
4/4/96
I woke up early and made Brigit cinnemon (sp?) rolls. She loves those, but only ate a few. I was going to look for a job but I noticed Mrs. Fussles wasn't eating much - and that's not like her. So I played with her and rubbed her tummy until she scratched me. Ow! I guess she's feeling better. Duke loves to watch Sally Jesse Raphael, so we watched that for a while. Foofers got jealous so she hit Duke. That meanie. Ooh, I hear Brigit's car. Gotta go!!!
4/8/96
Brigit slipped out early before I woke up. That's OK. She's been working so hard. She left the Want-Ads out on the table for me, but Jinkie had a hairball so I had to clean it up with the paper. I'll look tomorrow. I do worry about how the babies would be if both of us were working. Nummies seemed upset today, but maybe I'm just being a worried Daddy. Brigit and I are playing Boggle tonight. I always lose, but I do love to play.
4/13/96
I woke up extra early and bought a dozen donuts and some special Hazelnut coffee, but Brigit said she wasn't hungry. Well, more for me! She let me take a shower with her, but was in too much of a hurry for any playtime ;-) That's OK. I'll just pet the cats until it's time for The Price Is Right. Man, I love the Showcase Showdown. So does Courtney, the baby. She's such a cutie. I promised Brigit that I'd apply for a job she saw with an "Internet Start-Up" named EBay or something. Her friend works for the HR department there and can get me a job as soon as I put in my resume. *Sigh* I suppose I should, but EBay? It doesn't sound very reputable. I mean, what a dumb name! Between you and me, I'd rather wait for something like my job with Louie. All day on set with Mr. Funny Louie Anderson himself. Boy that was a fun time. Ooh, Jinkie wants some scratchers, isn't that right Jinkie?
4/17/96
Brigit just called. She has to work late. Again. I hope she's not mad about me not going to the EBay interview. I have to follow my instincts, right? And my instincts say that place is going nowhere. They offered me stock options!? Can you believe it. Yeah, right. I still like the green stuff, thankyouverymuch. Stock options. Heh.
4/24/96
Brigit is on a business trip. Lisa is sad, as is Pockets. Mommy works very hard, I tell them, but they're still sad. Hmmm. I wonder what's on TV?
4/29/96
Sorry I haven't written much. Brigit is still on the business trip. I can't wait until she comes home with lots of presents for me. How lucky, having a business trip in Barbados! It's sort of lonely around here, though. Me and the babies made a big mural today with magazines and construction paper for Mommy's return. Well, the babies didn't do anything but rip the paper and roll around on the magazines!
5/4/96
She's still gone. The babies and I are getting excited for her return. We watched 17 hours of television today. I wanted to be able to fill Brigit in on all the happenings in TV-Land when she gets home!
5/7/96
I'm making Brigit eggs and toast and cereal and coffee and biscuits and pancakes when she gets back. This is going to be the best breakfast she's ever had. Any day now...
5/11/96
Brigit left me. Said I wasn't "economically or emotionally viable."
She took the TV and the cats. Except for Pockets. But then Pockets chewed a hole through the kitchen wall this morning and ran away.
I'm ending this journal. You can all suck my cock.
Fucking shit.
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