Wednesday, December 29, 2004

It's 33.3 Degrees outside...

For some reason, that caught my attention and held it for a moment. The little thermometer thingie said 33.3 degrees with a wind speed of 3 from the south west. Too many damned 3s if you ask me.

So, I never did end up going out or anything on Sunday. Not too long after I made my first post in this thing, I had to dispatch an ambulance to my great-grandfather's house. Not fun. They still don't know what's wrong with him, though they think his cancer has come back stronger than ever. So, needless to say, I was no longer in the mood to go out. Instead, I sat at home, drank a couple of beers and talked to Japheth on the phone. He asked how I was ad I told him. He said he felt bad and blahblahblah. Becky came home from work and rolled her eyes and stomped around some when she heard who I was talking to. That makes me feel like shit, but whatever. She does as she pleases. So, I was talking to him and he started to talk like he was gonna let me go. Then he said he needed two hands if he was gonna park in front of my house! YAY! I swear, this boy can make me completely retarded sometimes. It's so weird. But I hadn't seen him in about 2 weeks, so I got excited. He came in and I think he wanted to talk about something, but Becky didn't go over to Dell's that night and she wanted to talk. So the three of us sat around and smoked and bullshitted. I guess she was talking to one of her friends at work about how she wanted to do something kick ass for my birthday and the chickie asked Becky what I liked to do. Well, Becky only heard part of the question. Her friend had asked what I liked to do with my friends. Well, Becky didn't hear that so she said, "Fucking." Nice. I couldn't even look at Japheth. I was bright red from embarrassment and I was laughing so hard I thought I was gonna piss myself. See, Japheth is fucking AMAZING in bed! I can honestly say that boy is the best I've ever had. But we don't have sex on a regular basis or anything. If I had my way, we'd be fuckin every night! But, he rarely ever stays over night anymore. And when I have my son, I make him wear pajamas and I'm kinda leary that Alex might walk in. But, when he and I first started seeing each other, we spent SO much time together. It was really cool. I liked it a lot. But, his band has picked up their normal schedule and that takes up a lot of his time. Cool, I completely understand that. But, Becky also blew up one night, which she apologized for. Ever since then, he's been rather scarce. I think she really freaked him out. She said she was sorry, and I know that took a lot for her. I wish it would've made things better all the way around though, ya know? Dear lord, I sound like a fucking 15 year old like bitch. Someone, please fucking shoot me.

I took the new kitten to the vet yesterday. Poor thing has an upper respiratory infection. I have to give her antibiotics orally twice a day and this gooey eye shit three times a day. She still loves me though. My son was in rare form. I've never wanted to just shake him and say, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" as much as I did today. He wouldn't listen for anything. Wouldn't leave the cats alone. Wouldn't pick his shit up. Wouldn't leave me alone when I was cleaning his room. he punched me, threw the cats and yesterday he opened the box that held his keyboard with a fucking butter knife!!! I don't get what is going through his mind. Damned 4 year olds anyway. LOL

Ok, I think I've done enough damage to myself by blathering on forever about seemingly worthless dribble. I'm serious about the whole "Fucking shoot me" thing. I really don't like sounding like some whiney ass bitch.

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