Wow...
I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to keep my journal up everyday. I hope Mattie is making better progress than me. Anyways.... I've realized the error of my ways for Thursday's trip. I know I can be a total bitch and I was. The PMS factor does not help my mood in any way either. Hopefully by the time the boys come back from Texas I'll be feeling much better.
I went to Kevin's house today. He made me spagehtti with homemade sauce and some homemade garlic bread. The sauce was a little too spicy but it was still good. And the bread was pretty good too. I enjoyed myself. I almost didn't get to go home though. I was on rte 21 going home and just as I got to the Ludlow/Belchertown sign there was a road block and a sign that said no thru traffic. I was pissed. I pulled over and called my mom and she told me to go to the end of rte 21 and take a left. Then follow that road until I see a Dunkin Donuts and to take a left on the street right after that and it should take me straight home. Well.... there was no Dunkin Donuts. At least if there was I didn't see one. It was dark and rainy out though so I guess I could understand if I missed it. I eventually found my way to Memorial Drive in Chicopee. I can get myself home from any point on that road. I used to work on that road.
Speaking of work... I have to tommorrow. It's easier on me to work for my pops, but I hate going there everyday. The entire building is dirty and his apartment specifically smells like old person and dirty socks. I seriously hate going there everyday. He drives me absolutely crazy too. He's rude and he's a little bit racist. It is unbelievable the stuff he says about the people that live in his building. He complains about the section 8 housing people (the people that live there because the government pays for it). But the thing is, he only lives there because of section eight housing. People who throw stones shouldn't live in glass houses. But whatever, if he wants to complain I'll let him. I'm getting paid good money to vaccuum his floors and do his laundry so I'm not going to say anything. But I will say that the next time he calls a black person the N word I will be leaving. I don't care if he's old and crazy. There is no call to use that kind of launguage. Especailly in front of your granddaughter.
OK now that I've got that rant out of the way I shall go. A show I like is on and I really want to rewind it and watch it. Talk to you all later!! ;)
I went to Kevin's house today. He made me spagehtti with homemade sauce and some homemade garlic bread. The sauce was a little too spicy but it was still good. And the bread was pretty good too. I enjoyed myself. I almost didn't get to go home though. I was on rte 21 going home and just as I got to the Ludlow/Belchertown sign there was a road block and a sign that said no thru traffic. I was pissed. I pulled over and called my mom and she told me to go to the end of rte 21 and take a left. Then follow that road until I see a Dunkin Donuts and to take a left on the street right after that and it should take me straight home. Well.... there was no Dunkin Donuts. At least if there was I didn't see one. It was dark and rainy out though so I guess I could understand if I missed it. I eventually found my way to Memorial Drive in Chicopee. I can get myself home from any point on that road. I used to work on that road.
Speaking of work... I have to tommorrow. It's easier on me to work for my pops, but I hate going there everyday. The entire building is dirty and his apartment specifically smells like old person and dirty socks. I seriously hate going there everyday. He drives me absolutely crazy too. He's rude and he's a little bit racist. It is unbelievable the stuff he says about the people that live in his building. He complains about the section 8 housing people (the people that live there because the government pays for it). But the thing is, he only lives there because of section eight housing. People who throw stones shouldn't live in glass houses. But whatever, if he wants to complain I'll let him. I'm getting paid good money to vaccuum his floors and do his laundry so I'm not going to say anything. But I will say that the next time he calls a black person the N word I will be leaving. I don't care if he's old and crazy. There is no call to use that kind of launguage. Especailly in front of your granddaughter.
OK now that I've got that rant out of the way I shall go. A show I like is on and I really want to rewind it and watch it. Talk to you all later!! ;)