She drinks a whiskey drink, she drinks a vodka drink

16 08 2009

So date night was cancelled Friday. I thought Savannah and I would have a relaxing evening on the back porch. Drink some whiskey, smoke some hookah…well, that happened. Sort of. Nola is home for a visit. I love that girl like she was my own flesh and blood. I felt bad because I can’t party like I used to on Fridays. The past few weeks especially I’ve been so exhausted. So the evening ended at a very early 1:00am, but before that happened we had a hell of a time. I also picked up West Nile apparently. The mosquitos here are so bad this year that the massive amounts of bug spray, and even clothing, don’t help. One of the little fuckers bit me through my jeans, on my thigh. I am allergic to mosquitos. I have been bathing in hydrocortisone. It was still worth it though, I got to see some of my favorite people.

Nola brought another friend of ours over. I only really see him when she’s in town because I’m lazy and I never think to call him, but I love him. He taught us all how to play Three Man on my 21st birthday and there were people passed out everywhere. Douche McGee puked on my 21st and I took care of him, I didn’t even get drunk! But anyway, we will call him Three Man for that reason. Then another lovely friend I don’t see very often showed up, with more beer. I love these people. We’ll refer to her as Eco. She’s very much a tree hugging hippie and I love her. She’s so…energetic. Hilarious.

We smoked a ton of hookah and I drank whiskey and ginger ale before switching to lemonade and blueberry vodka. Delicious. It was great just to talk and chill. It’s what I needed after the week I had. I miss the hell out of Nola too. Especially since I haven’t gotten to visit her this year. Eco and Three Man are going down in a few weeks and trying desperately to get me to go with them. Lord knows that is what I need right now. A week out of this town and somewhere I love, with the people I love. Not to mention, THE GODAMN OCEAN! And so many other things I love about that place. My home. Soon…

I slept so well after they all left. I woke up the next morning and grabbed a shower. BNB called. We had made plans to go see Ponyo. He offered to come up to my part of town. I told him he should since he hasn’t met my dog yet. That’s the way to his heart, fur. I’m kind of nervous, but mostly excited. Lo-dog and BNB make friends immediately. My plan is successful! He brought me a present too. He burned me a cd of this Japanese girl group. They play ukuleles and sing covers of old songs. Amazing. I forget the name, and the cd is in my car. He drew a hibiscus on it and made the lettering all fancy. He is such a fucking nerd. He makes me swoon.

We head off to the movie, and oh my dad, it was so damn cute. There were a bunch of little kids in there who talked through the whole damn thing, but it was still really good. We headed back to my place after and hung out for a bit. It was fun, relaxed, easy…god I wish he wasn’t such a godamn idiot. We really would be perfect together, but I’m not pushing it anymore. He has to figure that out on his own.

After he left I picked up my aunt who’s in town and staying with my grandmother. We shopped and hung out and it was kind of nice spending some time together. We ended up having dinner with my mother, grandmother and my mother’s fiance. (I still hate saying that. Gross) We got a pitcher of sangria and I got kind of drunk the second night in a row. We were laughing so hard I was crying. Sometimes they make me crazy, but I do love my family.

I slept in this morning and then decided to run to the farmer’s market and the local owned grocery store and get some awesome dinner. Spent some more time with the family and then Space Cowboy called. I didn’t really realize until recently how much we talk. I love it. He truly is one of my favorite people on the planet. We’ve had a lot of good talks lately and I am so excited for him to come visit at the end of the month.

Aaaand with that I’m going to go. The hydrocortisone is starting to wear off and I may rip my skin off. I think I’ll take a benadryl. Fucking mosquitos.


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Rescue me when I get too deep, talk to me there’s nothing to tell.

10 08 2009

I thought I was going to be too tired to write, and I am, but I’m going to a little anyway.

I can’t believe I forgot to share this here, but the greatest moment of my life happened on Friday. 4:30 I get called over to the JJ’s desk to argue over some project. I have to explain why we can/cannot do things over and over and over again. It gets old. I’m pretty cranky and I want to go home. So we’re arguing about it and a co-worker suggests we call and ask our vendor involved. He gives us the number and JJ dials it on speakerphone. The three of us are gathered around the phone. The opening message comes on before she has a chance to turn the volume up, so it’s not very clear. Co-worker man tells her to enter ext. 25.

There is a brief silence and then, loud and clear for the surrounding cubes to hear…”I’m sorry baby, I didn’t get that credit card number. Try again. Hurry up, I’m waiting for you!”

I can’t even stop myself, I crack up laughing. Tears, people. Tears. My face is bright red and I am DYING. It was that split second realization as to what just happened. We called a phone sex hotline. On speakerphone. Somedays it’s worth it.

I spent today with my mom for the most part. We did some shopping and checked in on my grandmother. It’s hotter than balls out and she doesn’t have the air on and hasn’t noticed. Friday she was complaining it was hot in her house. It may have had something to do with her turning the heat on versus the air. I’m starting to worry about her. I’m going to start swinging by a few nights a week to make sure she hasn’t burned the place down yet. Jaysus.

I headed over to Clark’s tonight to hang out. Of all people he’s the one I ended up spilling my guts to. I told him everything. What was bothering me, why it was bothering me. We ended up having a really good talk about it. I am usually taking care of him, and so sometimes I forget that he is really good at taking care of me. The icing on the cake, of course, was getting to see Button. She’s getting so big. She’s kind of walking, she has four teeth and all of the sudden she has all this curly hair. She’s a wild one.

BNB called when I was getting ready to leave. We chatted for a bit and I’m going to go see him Wednesday. We have some business to work out. I had a dream about my next tattoo. I won’t be getting it for a very long while, but I know what it is now.

For the past year I wanted to get a shoulder cap on my left arm with a sun setting  on the ocean and the lyrics from Chuck Ragan’s song The Boat. We all carry the tune we love. My whole left arm, well…shoulder to elbow anyway, will be lyrically inspired. I already have Sage Francis lyrics on the back of my left elbow. If a girl writes off the world it’s done in cursive. Then I had this dream. I believe in my dreams.

In my dream I got a shoulder cap that was a night sky fading from black to purple to navy and there were stars and some silhouetted trees and a shooting star and, big surprise, Lucero lyrics. Cuz falling stars are best. Wandering Star is a great song, but it’s never been one that I would have considered for tattoo material. BNB loves it. It’s a go.

It’s probably pretty obvious, but I don’t plan my blogs. I just sit down and write. Sometimes I read through it before I post, sometimes I don’t. The intention is for me to be as honest as I can be. I want to capture my first response or thoughts on things. Sometimes it may come off spastic or disorganized. But, that’s pretty true to my person. It allows me to keep that “vulnerability” that I was complimented on.

I tell you this, because it’s nearly midnight and I wanted to sleep, but the nagging in my brain started. I was thinking on the drive over to Clark’s tonight that I should write a blog about my favorite sad bastard songs. I had it half planned out, then I was too tired to write it. And here I am writing anyway. The point? This is exactly why I don’t plan. My follow through sucks. But now I have a goal for tomorrow. Lord knows nothing brings me joy than the science of putting together a playlist. Discussing my reasoning behind it just makes me swoon. So, keep me honest. Remind me.

In other news you don’t care about, but I’m going to tell you anyway…I FINALLY finished Blood Meridian at 2:00am. It was an incredibly fucked up, bloody and violent book. I’m glad I read it. I’m proud of myself for trudging through it. Now, I am done. Your album makes sense, Ben. You took something ugly and made it something beautiful. I can also now ask you why you wrote songs for who you wrote them for and not for some of the others.

Speaking of songs, Bad Religion – Man With A Mission just came up in iTunes. This is officially my new theme song. It’s a sign. I’m off.


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6 08 2009

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My heart aches for no one

5 08 2009

I’ve been thinking too much lately. It was so hard not to call Douche McGee this weekend and scream “do you know what your fucking baby sister did??” into the phone. She always belonged to him, not me. She even looked more like him than me, lanky and dark. She took our split the same was she took her parents. Silently. I know it was hard on her, she’d grown up with him. When we started dating she was only 7. I could still carry her on my hip. I felt guilty for a long time. I felt like I failed her. I still do, just for different reasons now. I just wish we were closer. In every sense of the word.

I’m going through a phase where I miss him a lot. I hate these. I know it will pass and I usually combat it by spitting venom at his memory. It’s just hard sometimes. I always want to talk to him when I fail at a new relationship. I think he holds the key or something. In a fucked up way, he does. No matter what, part of me will always love him best. That part gets smaller over time, but it’s still there and it makes me madder than fish grease. (Shout out to Michael K!)

I’ve been thinking about that boy I met down south this spring a lot lately. I’m hopefully going down again for a visit soon. I know it’s probably nothing, but he hit something in me and I can’t quite shake it. I just want to see his face again.

Speaking of faces, holy hell. My sister introduced me to the piercer at the shop by her house. Textbook my type. Tall, skinny, beard, sleeves…fuck me. Gorgeous. He also shares a name with my favorite uncle. And then there’s the accent. That awful accent. Still, when he walked out of that piercing room my heart stopped and I looked at Totoro and gave her the “you should have warned a bitch” look. Melt. Why can’t I find a nice boy like that?

Ok, fact of the matter is, I’m really not looking right now. I wasn’t before, but after the Toast debacle it ruined it for me. I want nothing to do with the dating scene right now. It both bores and terrifies me. It was nice having someone to lay on, and I know he exists somewhere, but I’m just not in the right place. He’ll find me when he’s supposed to. Hopefully it’ll be when I head south for good. Some nice southern gentleman, perhaps? Mmm. A girl can dream.

Going a step back, speaking of piercers…mine would be absolutely horrified if he knew what I did to my body tonight. I went to run errands with Savannah and ended up buying a pair of stainless steel tunnels on our adventure. Ever since I started gauging my ears, my goal has been to have tunnels. I am at the smallest gauge I can be and have tunnels. Getting them in? Well, my lovely enabler and piercer would have bitch slapped me if he could have seen me with my homemade stretching taper. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Or in this case, whatever she damn well pleases.

Next segue – things that please me. Space Cowboy penned a fantastic article about his first tattoo experience. I’d link to it when it goes up, but then ya’ll would know the BNB’s true identity as well as Space Cowboy’s. We can’t have that, now can we?

I borrowed Blood Meridian from the BNB last week. I’ve been plowing through it since Thursday. Holy shit. This book is slowly killing me. I kept falling asleep the first day I was reading it. The prose is antiquated and there are no quotations when people are speaking. It’s full of untranslated Spanish and half of the contractions don’t have apostrophes. It hurts to read. I have to read paragraphs two or three times to figure them out. My Spanish is rusty so I have missed chunks of those parts. Oh, and then there’s the violence. I can see why people walk away from this book. It is a bloody battle both on and off the pages. It has my sweat and tears staining its blood filled pages. I refuse to give up on it with only 121 pages to go. At only 337 pages, this should have been a long afternoon read for the girl who doesn’t read, but devours books. It’s really pissing me off, ya’ll. It’s a fight to the death and no book is gonna best me.

One last thing, wait…two. First of all, one more new blog search that made me roll my eyes. And I quote, “facebook quizes scare me”. Yeah, well people who can’t spell quizzes scare me. Next…Brand New released a preview of a new track on Amazon. Today Spin had the track listing and artwork. I am not crazy about the song. I pray the album gives better face than that. As for the art…le sigh. Fucking foxes.


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I still don’t get the internet

2 08 2009

Blog search round up!

  • Hello Kitty ring 2009
  • www.lowercasesandcapitals.com (seriously. you had to google that?)
  • roofied girls (at least once a week)
  • pof people bailing (ha!)
  • you think your smart your not its plain to see (obviously…or you’d have used YOU’RE)

So whenever I get weird searches that lead to my blog, I google them to see what possibly could have lead here. I googled, yahooed and binged Hello Kitty Ring 2009 and got nothing on any of them. It confuses me. POF people bailing lead to a comment on my blog. Our grammatically challenged statement up there lead to this entry. The person that googled the entire blog address is in the running for my favorite. I think Jenny Jones Naked will always hold that title, but seriously. SERIOUSLY.

I am spending the day with Knuckles. We’re going to my FAVORITE childhood eatery and checking out the beach. Yes, beach. I was born in a town with beaches. I kind of miss it. I’m curled up in bed right now in my childhood bedroom. We recently repainted it an icy blue and it’s so bright and airy in here. I still remember when I was four and I had purple walls with ballerina bear wallpaper. A Hello Kitty cutout hung from the ceiling and there were framed pictures of unicorns on the wall. Yep. I was such a girly girl. Now I try to make my bedrooms as beach housey as possible. My room at my other house is turquoise and white. I miss it and my cat.

I haven’t talked to Dinga yet, she’s mad at me because I am clearly siding with Knuckles. Magellan is taking his usual role of good time Charlie and let her tell her side of the story and is blaming her for Dinga being a shithead. I called him out on it, so now I’m on the shit list too. Fun.

Once again I started this blog in the morning and then was interrupted by life. I spent the rest of my day being dragged all over creation by Knuckles. We visited a bunch of people I don’t know and ended up spending some time at the beach. That was awesome. I love being on the water and it sort of recharged me after all the bullshit this weekend has been full of. All I wanted this weekend was to go to fucking Warped Tour and see Bad Religion. Do you think I got what I wanted? Hell no. I got everyone else’s grief, drama and bullshit. Totoro is at some other music fest today with her friends and I’m a little irritated. I know she couldn’t get off work, but still. Jesus. Just once I’d like to not have to take care of my sisters and get to do what I want. Totoro is mad at Dinga for doing the same shit she pulled on me. God forbid I ever have a daughter, I’ll end up killing her.

It’s 9:00 and I am ready for bed. That’s really sad. Today was a beautiful day, perfect weather and the beach. I spent about an hour looking at this. I guess I can’t complain.

beach


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Last one standing

2 08 2009

So, I started this at about 10:30 Saturday morning. It is now 2:00am. You see, in the middle of writing the epic blog below, my middle sister (Totoro) comes in and tells me our baby sister (Dinga) is missing. She is 17 years old. Totoro is panicking. We have a very strict rule that only one of us is allowed to panic at a time. Her phone is off and no one knows where she is. Knuckles and Magellan (my stepmom and father) are driving around town looking for her and calling all her friends. One of them finally breaks and spills that the little shit drove 2 hours in the middle of the night to a lake for a big ass drunken beach party. Totoro and I are now LIVID.

Dinga turns her phone back on and texts me the simplest truth ever told, “I’m fucked”. Totoro can’t get out of work, so I have to drive an hour home, fuming mad, alone. I stop in to see my piercer. He gives the best. hugs. EVER. I also love him to death. He is a very special person in my life. We end up piercing my left tragus and right rook. It’s now 4:30 and I haven’t eaten anything. I drive the 20 minutes left in my journey. As I’m on my way, Magellan calls. Dinga is missing. AGAIN.

Now I’m really fucking angry. I am swearing and threatening her with bodily harm. He tells me to meet him at his favorite bar and we’ll get a bite to eat. He really is a shitty parent, but I am starving. I meet him there and promptly order a Jameson and ginger ale to calm myself. We eat and Dinga calls, she’s home. I now get to go play buffer between my very angry Knuckles and Dinga. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend.

I haven’t had a chance to talk to Dinga alone yet, mostly because I’m afraid I’ll choke her out, but I need to. She doesn’t understand what she did and why we’re angry. She has princess syndrome something fierce. She doesn’t like to be told no, so she does whatever she wants anyway. I talked a long time with Knuckles about everything. She told me some things I didn’t know. My favorite? The dog found a pregnancy test in the trash and fished it out and brought it to Knucks. Seriously. Best story I’ve ever heard.

So anyway, tomorrow I’m going to spend some quality time with the Knuckles and then head back to Totoro’s, probably with my father in tow. This week started awesome, I should have known it’d end in a flaming ball of shit. Anyway, after the jump is what I was going to write about today. Enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »


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Don’t look at me with those mitten filled eyes!

30 07 2009

Where did I leave off? Oh yeah, we tried to shave the cat and hung out with MFEO.

The rest of the week was really low key. Monday we sort of ended up hanging out with the BNB all day by accident. I went to see him at work and get my present. He forgot it at home, so we went over there and played with the puppy. I also managed to steal a book and season one of Full Metal Alchemist. When we walked out of the shop, Poprocks looks at me and makes some comment about he could see why we were friends or compatible or something. After a whole 10 minutes. I’m glad every one else can see it. Whatever. If it was meant to be, it would have been.

Tuesday we didn’t do much, Banky came over and hung out and smoked some hookah and drank some beer. I got a text from facebook telling me Toast dumped me again. Via facebook message. Yep. I’m not even sad or angry this time. Just annoyed. So over it. When Banky left, Poprocks’ comment was “I can see why that went where it did”. I didn’t ask for elaboration. We spent the rest of the evening playing Mario Party on Gamecube and cracking up. We used to stay up until dawn playing that shit with Douche McGee and we’d all fall asleep in the same bed, like a bunch of puppies. I miss those days.

Wednesday we ran errands and were lazy. We decided to graduate to Mario Party for Wii. I kicked his ass in everything except boxing. We both almost had massive coronaries from boxing. He beat me and I cracked up because in the course of our 10+ year relationship I have given him at least three bloody noses. Irony. We has it.

I gifted Poprocks back to his family today. Then I left town to go see mine. I drove what felt like days, and I finally hit the border. I stopped in to see my sister at work and get a bite to eat. Everyone decided to bail on us, so we’re laying in bed reading/writing and smoking cotton candy flavored hookah. This was after and epic adventure at the grocery store. We shop for food like pregnant stoners. We got everything from english muffins to pizza and chips and salsa. It still doesn’t beat the night we bought a pie and stuff to make guacamole.

We are not going to Warped Tour as previously planned, Totoro couldn’t get off work and Dinga has to save her money for senior pictures. So Totoro and I may go shopping tomorrow for a dress for me for the wedding. It’s in September. The same day as the Lucero show. It’s in the city that Douche lives in though, so I think that’s just me being looked out for.

I am going to start reading Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy this weekend. I am excited and scared. I know it’s going to be really bloody, but I am excited to put it to the soundtrack Ben Nichols put together for me, in my head. In fact, I’m going to go listen to it now and perhaps start my book. Or go to bed. I am so old and tired.


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She’s a beauty in disguise. She’s a diamond in the rough.

2 07 2009

OkCupid is not providing the gold that POF was, but I’m not going to talk about that here anymore unless it’s really good.

My dad called me this morning. He woke me up. I stayed up way too late talking to someone… I can’t help myself. I am getting all mushy. Anyway, Pops called and yelled at me for not being up yet to go to work. It never stops with my parents. “Hi, I’m 27 and I know what time I have to be at work, don’t you have a lumpy prostate or something?” He goes to the doctor next Tuesday. I am apparently the only person nervous about this.

Totoro confronted him about the “sexcapade” from a few weeks ago. My family, ya’ll… My youngest sister shows up at Pops’ on a Friday night, drunk. She opens the door and he yells for her not to come in. She said it reeks of weed, oh yeah, the man is 63 and a total stoner. Still. She waits and hears panicked whisperings. He finally comes to the door, shirt buttoned….pants…yeah. Being 17, she looks him in the face and tells him he makes her want to vomit. All class in this family. She goes to get her phone charger and can hear someone getting dressed in his closet. I CAN’T MAKE THESE PEOPLE UP. I SHARE DNA WITH THEM. Help.

So Totoro teases him about it today and he tries to laugh it off, his pot use isn’t a family secret by any means. Neither is the drinking. We all do that. See above and that explains mine. Eventually he admits he had someone at the house. Ya’ll…my Pops is 63. He has five kids (we know of) and has been divorced three times. How is that attractive on any level? The dude does nothing but run and eat nuts and berries. He is a skinny old bald man with Ted Nugent facial hair. Only in the Mitten, ya’ll…

Today was another long one. I left work at 8:00. Wrong. So wrong. Highlight of my day? Making Banky my bitch. How so? He had a training class at the home office today. He wanted to have lunch. Look, I’m an adult. I made my point loud and clear. We are friends and friends only. I know ya’ll worry. I get it, it’s sweet. Stop. I’m mature enough that I can just be friends with him. I can also get him to do whatever I want. He texts me to ask for a bandaid. “What the hell kind of training class is this?” “Just bring me a bandaid. Please?”

Ask and ye shall receive:

Banky will always be mine and Hello Kitty's bitch.

Banky will always be mine and Hello Kitty's bitch.

He thinks he got bit by a spider. EW. I offered to go hold his hand at the urgent care across the street. Stubborn wouldn’t go. He is going to get necrosis and his hand is going to fall off and no Hello Kitty bandaid in the world can fix that. So there.

I told him all about my adventures. He laughed and was actually very supportive of it. He encouraged me to not go out with anyone creepy. I think I bruised his ego a little bit. He gets that look on his face and I feel…what’s that word…bad? So I didn’t have the heart to really tell him about Toast in detail. I just said I met someone really cool.

Here’s the thing about that jackass. He and BNB are the exact same. They want what they can’t have. If they think I am interested, they want nothing to do with me. If there is someone else or I act all nonchalant, they beat my fucking door down. I hate the games and the bullshit.

Toast does none of that. The honesty is refreshing. Even when it’s things I’m afraid to say, I say them. I wonder if I feel safe because I am still convinced I made him up in my head? I guess we’ll find out Monday…

I thought I’d lost the dude with kids…he needs a nickname but I just don’t know…I like him the way I like pineapple on my pizza. It’s different and a nice change but I only need it once in a very great while. I didn’t hear from him at all today. I thought I had pissed him off finally. Nope. Didn’t charge his phone. I promised I’d see him again. Guilt, I hate you. He’s not going to like it when I tell him I like him too much and it’s scaring me and I’m not ready yet. Lie? No. Well, yes. Not him and I think I finally am ready. Ish. I think. Hold me.


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There’s nothing I can do

1 07 2009

Glutton. I signed up for OkCupid today after realizing POF may kill me. I will say one thing about it…slightly better looking dudes. If you dig that scraggly haired, waifish hipster type. Can I quit after…well, shit. I haven’t even made it a week. I’m pathetic.

Today was tiring. So tiring I’m still up at 1:00am. I had meetings from 11:00 – 5:00 straight essentially. Left at 7:15. I get to my car…it won’t start. It’s shark week, ya’ll. It takes everything I have not to burst into tears. MFEO calls. Someone complimented her on the engagement ring I picked out for us. That makes me less weepy. I call my mother. She offers to come get me. I tell her no, I’m going to call my uncle. He is so awesome. I love Toc. He says 15 minutes. 20…30…45. I text Toast. He cheers me up. I am getting sick of waiting.

I call the only other person I know who is good with cars. Yelling starts in 3…2… Banky tells me it sounds like my battery. He’s concerned and asks if I need him to come get me. Um. No. NO. But thanks. Toc shows up as Banky is telling me he’ll be at my office tomorrow and he wants to have lunch. We seem to be handling this friends only thing amazingly well. I agree. We’ll see if I change my mind.

Toc jumps my car and I drive straight to AutoZone. I don’t have to do a godamn thing and they give me the top shelf battery for the bargain battery price. Blonde hair and boobies will get you everything in this world. I take the battery over to Toc’s and he puts it in for me. We bullshit awhile and I head home.

I have spent most of the evening, well since 10:30ish, talking to Toast. I am so very, very nervous about this one. I had no idea I’d actually meet someone I wanted to…meet. He’s starting to make me kind of…human. I anxiously await his IMs and he makes me smile so big it hurts. I am in trouble. Big, squishy feeling, adorable trouble. I’m not supposed to do this!! Eh. Fuck it. Life happens.

I decided earlier this week to stop caring what other people thought or felt about me and my actions. I also won’t let their words or actions affect me emotionally. All bets are off during shark week though.

Speaking of, go to myspace right now and listen to Two Way Radio – Runaway. It’s doing funny things to me. Good things. Smiley things. Toasty things.


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Please turn the volume down if you’re gonna walk away

27 06 2009

Apparently two out of the three members…wait…four, yeah four members of Stick Figure Drawings read my myspace blog. This lead to me getting a demo of one of their new songs. It’s good. I am apparently getting a copy of the album soon too. Yay! They’re excellent.

Armageddon happened last night. Crazy storms. Didn’t pass out until after 3:00am. Work was rough. I can’t believe I am still awake. Part of it is because my sister called and told me they found a lump on my dad’s prostate. She’s oddly calm, which means I am the one freaking out. I have mixed emotions on this. I’m a little scared, yes. We have our moments, but he’s still my dad. We’ve been heading back towards estranged lately. I was hurt he didn’t call me on my birthday so I was immature and didn’t call him on his or Father’s day.

I am an asshole.

I’m not going to go into any of that hot mess tonight. If you think about it though, please send some positive thoughts my way. He is calling the doctor back on Monday.

I am exhausted. Sleepy time.


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