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because living in a house with babes and hot tubs and lots of money isn't as awesome as it sounds...
5/27 -- introduction, and a very tragic memorial day weekend.
sometimes i like to pretend i'm on one of those reality TV shows where there are cameras in our house 24 hours a day and people we don't know are watching everything we do and then writing about it on the internet. sometimes I take it a little further and pretend that those people are actually controlling us. it's the only explanation for some of the stuff that goes on around here.
one thing: if you know me in real life, then don't read this journal. i mean it. that means you, max. i know
you're probably looking at this. i don't wanna hear about it if you don't like it.
okay? okay. so i've been living here for a few months with my wife mandy and my other housemates juliette, max, and (until today) alex. we don't have jobs. we don't need to. mandy already had lots of money when i married her and moved in. i never asked where she got it. it's none of my business, i figure. as long as it doesn't run out, it's not my problem.
i don't get that many chances with mandy these days anyhow. she's moody as hell. so this really pissed me off.
so this morning we're all like "dude, nobody wants hamburgers for breakfast," but max is all like "well i'm gonna make them anyway and i bet you'll eat them after i make them and you probably won't leave any for me because you never fucking do." whine whine whine.
i couldn't believe it. alex was so cool. how come max couldn't have burned up instead? it was his stupid idea to make freakin' hamburgers for breakfast.
and then max thought he'd be all smart and hire a clown to cheer everyone up because we were all seriously bummed out, and because he probably wanted us to forget that he started the fire that killed alex in the first place.
alex is buried out back, right by the grill. we'll think of him whenever we make hamburgers, and we'll mourn. the women have been mourning a lot. every time they come out here it's all "ohhh, nooo, nooo, boo hoo."
and can I tell you a secret? something i'd only ever write in this diary because it's private and all?
i'm mourning too. a lot. i miss alex. i really, really miss alex. um, really. a lot. you get it now? i married mandy just for the big house and the money. there was someone else here i wanted more.
god. life is so unfair sometimes.
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