The brakes in the car we drive are a little soft�okay, they�re really soft. So, Luke leaves for work yesterday morning and overshoots the stop sign at the bottom of the street. An SUV was coming his way and the driver had to brake so as not to hit Luke. Thinking that things just happen that way sometimes and anyone can understand that, Luke continues on his 40-minute drive to work. This SUV guy follows him all the way into town, the entire way. Luke, being as smart as he is, thinks that he most certainly doesn�t want this psycho knowing where he works, so he pulls off on a neighboring street. Psycho follows him, parks, gets out of his car, and starts screaming at Luke, saying that he�s already called the police and blah blah blah. Luke remains calm until the guy grabs at him, getting a hold on his jacket. This is where Luke quits the polite guy act and removes the Psycho�s hand from his arm and asks him what kind of fucking psycho follows someone for 40 minutes just to yell at him or her, fuming the entire way. The guy claims to work around Madison, but Luke knows better and tells him so. With nothing further said, the Psycho leaves, obviously not having called the police, knowing that they wouldn�t do anything once Luke explained what the problem was. I only wish that the boy had had the presence of mind to get the license plate number so that he could pull assault charges against him.

I was completely unaware of anything having happened, but I was a little on edge all day long, feeling like something was wrong. I didn�t really start to get antsy until Luke was almost an hour getting home. When he told me, I kind of freaked out. Not publicly, mind you, so as not to provide M fodder, but I told him that I didn�t know what I�d have done had he been hurt or worse. He actually told a coworker that the worst part of the ordeal would be telling me about it because he knows I worry. I don�t mean to be the worst part of a wretched scenario, I really don�t.

Now, to elaborate on yesterdays� entry as to why I felt it necessary to remove the porn stash from what is now our bedroom. I don�t care if M&G enjoy it and they, or at least M, know that it�s not something I�m into. I don�t like looking at fake breasted women or those who appear prepubescent sticking foreign objects into their rectums/vaginas/mouths. It�s just not for me. I would have liked them to respect that. I don�t really care that they didn�t take out their many books of erotica (including The Loving Dominant ::shudder:: I�ve been wondering for days who�s the top�is that wrong?) because it most certainly contains people who are consenting adults and it comes from someone�s mind. Writing is a creative endeavor while shooting pornography of a girl in a schoolgirl outfit sticking things into herself is just disgusting.

I also take issue with her harping at us about why we weren�t able to stay I our old place. She claims that we should have been able to stay there, that we needed to budget, that they don�t make twice what we do in a month and their mortgage payment is $1000 a month. Point 1: we make $225 a week. With $600 in rent per month, $60 in phone, $75 in electricity, $40 in gas, and the simple human need to eat, there is nothing left over to save. Point 2: yes, they do make twice what we do. In fact, they make 4 times what we do. There�s no disputing their tax records and they pulled down a cool $60,000 last year. Unless one of them took a major demotion, and neither did), they�re sitting relatively pretty with their average of $1000 a week. Point 3: Luke is an adult. Just because he�s living back at the nest now doesn�t mean that he should be henpecked. Leave us to make our decisions and keep your judgments to yourself.