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Wow... it's been over 6 years since my last journal entry. This thing died out as quick as the batteries in a vibrator.
Lets see... in those 6 years a lot has happened. I have a 3 1/2 year old daughter named Lilian, with another one on the way. She/he is unborn, at only 3 months "old". I'm really hoping for a boy, so I can have my son to take to football, baseball, and basketball games when he's old enough to be into that sort of thing. We've even been tossing around some names. A few for each sex. A few girl names we came up with are Xochitl Aurelia, Katherine Aurelia. And if it's a boy, the name has been chosen since I was born. And that name is Daniel Xavier Augustine. Daniel because I want a junior. Xavier, cause I wanna be able to call him "Xavi" (pronounced like Za-vee). And Augustine cause it's my dad's middle name. But yeah... he/she will be here some time in early August, I hope.
Other shit that's been going down are marriages. Out of all my close friends, most are married, or are about to get married. My buddy Hugo has been married for about 2 years. He's on his 3rd kid. The homie Harold has been married for 2 years, and is expecting a kid as well. Even Genevie's retarded ass is going for round #2, since the first engagement fell through. And honestly, I can't blame her. I thought it was a bad idea from the get go. But that's another story, in another time. But the one I'm looking forward to is my nigga Carlos' wedding. This is my brotha from anotha motha! I'm happy for this dude. He found himself a keeper, (with a little help from me), and now they're finally getting hitched. It kind of sucks, though. His bachelor party is in May, and Jacqui just brought to my attention that the bill for having the baby delivered is gonna be crazy expensive. So, instead of saving some cash from my income tax return to go to Las Vegas, like we planned, I'm going to have to save just to pay the hospital bills. Hopefully our insurance can take care of that for us, cause the bill really is gonna be bananas.
Last night, or yesterday, January 14th, was Jacqui's birthday. She turned 25 years old. And it's crazy, because I've been with her since she was 17. But this turned out to be one of the crappiest birthdays for her. People lagging, and not arriving on time caused us to lose our tables at a restaurant that was already SUPER crowded. What's more fucked is that I told everybody to be there at 6. I showed up at 5:15, and sure enough, at 6 o'clock they call our name, and nobody was to be found. I made phone calls, Jacqui text people, and all we got was either their voice mail, or they were busy doing shit still. Whether it was "going grocery shopping" or "waiting for a ride", it still annoyed the FUCK out of me. It's fucking known that places like this require that at least half of your party show up before you can be seated. Yet out of the 13 people who said they were going, only 2 actually showed up on time. And honestly, if it was for my birthday, I wouldn't have cared. I know I can be a dick, or an asshole... but Jacqui doesn't deserve this. Not from our friends. So to all those who took their sweet time getting ready, JUST to go to buffalo fucking wild wings, fuck you. You broke Jacqui's heart, and almost ruined her birthday tonight.
Well fuck it. It's over and done with. At least now we know not to count on any of our friends for shit like that anymore. Good bye, auf wiedersehen, bitches.
Lets see... in those 6 years a lot has happened. I have a 3 1/2 year old daughter named Lilian, with another one on the way. She/he is unborn, at only 3 months "old". I'm really hoping for a boy, so I can have my son to take to football, baseball, and basketball games when he's old enough to be into that sort of thing. We've even been tossing around some names. A few for each sex. A few girl names we came up with are Xochitl Aurelia, Katherine Aurelia. And if it's a boy, the name has been chosen since I was born. And that name is Daniel Xavier Augustine. Daniel because I want a junior. Xavier, cause I wanna be able to call him "Xavi" (pronounced like Za-vee). And Augustine cause it's my dad's middle name. But yeah... he/she will be here some time in early August, I hope.
Other shit that's been going down are marriages. Out of all my close friends, most are married, or are about to get married. My buddy Hugo has been married for about 2 years. He's on his 3rd kid. The homie Harold has been married for 2 years, and is expecting a kid as well. Even Genevie's retarded ass is going for round #2, since the first engagement fell through. And honestly, I can't blame her. I thought it was a bad idea from the get go. But that's another story, in another time. But the one I'm looking forward to is my nigga Carlos' wedding. This is my brotha from anotha motha! I'm happy for this dude. He found himself a keeper, (with a little help from me), and now they're finally getting hitched. It kind of sucks, though. His bachelor party is in May, and Jacqui just brought to my attention that the bill for having the baby delivered is gonna be crazy expensive. So, instead of saving some cash from my income tax return to go to Las Vegas, like we planned, I'm going to have to save just to pay the hospital bills. Hopefully our insurance can take care of that for us, cause the bill really is gonna be bananas.
Last night, or yesterday, January 14th, was Jacqui's birthday. She turned 25 years old. And it's crazy, because I've been with her since she was 17. But this turned out to be one of the crappiest birthdays for her. People lagging, and not arriving on time caused us to lose our tables at a restaurant that was already SUPER crowded. What's more fucked is that I told everybody to be there at 6. I showed up at 5:15, and sure enough, at 6 o'clock they call our name, and nobody was to be found. I made phone calls, Jacqui text people, and all we got was either their voice mail, or they were busy doing shit still. Whether it was "going grocery shopping" or "waiting for a ride", it still annoyed the FUCK out of me. It's fucking known that places like this require that at least half of your party show up before you can be seated. Yet out of the 13 people who said they were going, only 2 actually showed up on time. And honestly, if it was for my birthday, I wouldn't have cared. I know I can be a dick, or an asshole... but Jacqui doesn't deserve this. Not from our friends. So to all those who took their sweet time getting ready, JUST to go to buffalo fucking wild wings, fuck you. You broke Jacqui's heart, and almost ruined her birthday tonight.
Well fuck it. It's over and done with. At least now we know not to count on any of our friends for shit like that anymore. Good bye, auf wiedersehen, bitches.