Friday, August 13, 2004
How ya doin' big guy?
Well for those of you niggas that don't know, I have a brand spankin' new medical condition. Quite frankly, it's my worst ever. I am scared shitless of it.
I have (a) kidney stone(s).
Yep. You know, the little fucking rocks that like to make their way from your kidney to your bladder to your toilet in the most painful way? Yeah, I have that. I suppose it serves me right. I haven't seen a glass of water in ages. That's pretty much what made me spend Wednesday night in the emergency room. Holy crap, that shit hurt. So now, I'm on a strict diet of water and water and water. Forever. It blows but hey, anything to save myself from jagged little razor rocks.
Other than that, not a whole lot has been going on. The kids have started their school year at many of our fine public schools and I am sitting at home being lazy. Sure feels weird not starting with the rest of em. I don't really think I'm going to be complaining too much though. I do have to run to HHS to take care of some business sometime next week. So for those of you still goign there, perhaps I will wave to you? Bye kids.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
This is wrong.
You know what i just noticed? I've been to only one show this entire freaking summer. ONE. There's something really fucked up with that. That little "important dates" panel on the lower right hand side of your screen shows all the shows I want to make it out to but never do. It's either because I have no show mates to go with, time does not allow it, or I have other more important things to do. Yes, I know what could possibly be more important than going to shows? The fuck if I know. I jsut never get around to going. It sucks. Atleast I can safely say the show I went to was freaking amazing. The Get Up Kids will always be freaking fantastic. I wish Michelle' could've went. As well as Sunil. Speaking of which...
Where the fuck is my Indian?
He's not back from India yet and that pisses me off. Worse enough we had to abort our school plans, now he ditches me for India. The rat bastard. I'll stab him next time I see him.
Oh me, oh my. So what's been up... not a whole lot. Just sitting around waiting for the impending doom that is school to creep up and punch me in the back of the head. I am so not prepared for this. No sir. That doens't matter though. I just have to dive in. And if I die, I blame this on you.
Okay, i'm going to wrap this up and go play some GT3. bye bye.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
More, you say?
I'll give you more. Not too much though, you know how it spoils your appetite.
So today was a pretty tiring day. I had to wake up and sit, then I had to drive Andee to the Police Station, which was good, because if I hadn't, I would have never got moving. I then had to make a pick up of some much needed things for my car such as windshield wipers and rear window wiper as well as a replacement bulb for my passenger headlight. It went out two nights ago and I was bothered by it. I felt like such a jerk driving around blinding everyone with my brights on.
You know what redeems this entire exhausting day? GG (my truck) is totally clean! Inside and out. Much thanks goes out to Michelle'. It was pretty much all her nagging that made that magic happen. Atleast she vacuumed most of the inside. Less work for me. I also applied Rain-X to my windshield and windows, I am readily awaiting the rain now just so I can see how awesome it is. GG got the star treatment today, she better repay me by not allowing her battery to die again. Sure, I leave the lights on all day sometimes, but hey, she doesn't do the beeping thing anymore, it's her fault. Well, okay, time for me to go.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Enough about me
So, I've come to the conclusion that I am in one of my gloriously famous bad moods. It's almost 3 in the AM and I haven't gotten to sleep. The working bit of the household will awake in two hours, and I am yet to even see a blanket. I think it's a better idea to sit around and listen to music and mope. Mope, mope, mope. It's about all I'm good at these days. I lack the energy to properly deal with things and instead I just cower and acknowledge defeat. (In a very backhanded fighting in vain sort of way.) I don't know waht hte hell my deal is. Maybe I've got a lot on my mind, maybe I'm a little stressed. Yes, that's it. I'll blame it on the stress.
Stress of the family, stress of friends, stress of life, stress of love, stress of being, stress of not knowing what shirt to wear, stress of seeing my bank accounts quickly diminish, stress of feeling lost, stress of feeling somewhat overwhelmed with so much fucking stress. I'm just gonna face it, breathing is just plain stressful. Oh when will I get out of this shitty little spell, when? No, seriously, let a boy know, it's killing me. I'm going to have a freaking heart attack in about two minutes if someone doesn't throw me a god damned bone. Help me the fuck out.
Oh, by the way, stress also makes me defensive, irritable, angry, offensive, bitter, and emotional. (oh, that's a surprise.) I can't help it. It isn't me, it's the stress. Oh stress, you are a wonderful excuse for my inexcusable behavior and unexplainable feelings. Hah.
Okay okay, enoug hrambling about nothing. It's time to get down to some serious blogging.
Fuck blogging. I'm going to bed.