sampler of my life
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I don't know what the hell was going on with Monica, but , she brought home this guy she's dating, that she had bragged about for a day before she finally had to go and pick him up and bring him back. Okay to begin with... theres already something strange about a 41 year old woman dating someone who doesn't drive, then on top of that, he gets here and looks as though he could be 17-19. I wigged out and ran to gossip with the rest of the family. When you live with 7 people everyday... like we all REALLY live here and something like that goes down, you gossip. It's our mom for 4 of us... what do you say when ur mom brings home a guy who looks your age? I was baffled. My cousin, Scotty, sent my little sister, who is 8, to ask for some I.D. Messed up stuff.
WORK
Work was okay tonight, I made enough to get my licence plates plus some. I never knew that there were really that many girls who danced caught up in the drugs... but .. truthfully they're your typical "suspect" strippers, ones with a whole crew of boyfriends, little more "mature" ones.... usually packin' a fake rack. There are a whole bnch of clean ones though. Single moms trying to support a family... young 18-19year old mothers... seems sad in a way. I guess when I look at it that way I feel like a shmuck for dancing to fund my voyage acrossed this Beautiful United States of America. I'm young and I absolutely have to know if the grass is greener somewhere else. If life is better in ways of pollution, population, crime, poverty, weather, culture,and most importantly, attitude. Anyway, more about work... Secrets, tells me every night that I curse to much, so I'm trying to slow it up... unless I'm drinking. Gypsy worked the Red Garter during the Star Wars Convention resently, for fun she bought the Princess Lea getup and rocked it harcore. She said she met a lot of differant Famous people from those movies that night, I'd remember who but , I'm not as big of a fan as most of my friends and family are... weird.
FEELINGS
Missed Marty, my other beagle so much today... don't know why it comes and goes like that sometimes. Certain songs remind me of my dog... I think I may be being weird but... like I've said those dogs are my kids always will be. I think that I'll go and have "In Memory" tags made and hang it from the rearveiw mirror. The ex isn't returning my calls... of course why would they call it an ex if they ever did the right thing at the right time. If they did that... they wouldn't be ex's, they'd be sugnifigants. Mom asked me why I haven't brought Bassy over to stay the night in a while... and that was the first time it had occured to me I hadn't. I hate it when I'm neglectful unintentually... I'd much rather know I was doing it... therefor doing it willingly. I'm going to have to do that. I also need to go see Andy... I've only told him I'd be out to town and would stop by 3 times now and not done it once. An hour drive from everything makes life more complicated on social terms but it makes it easier for a stresser like me to relax so far away from all my problems and worries.