The Dickey is Legal...
...in about 40 minutes that is. Yes, that is right. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday...woohoo! If this were a long entry, a really long entry it would be my birthday when I got done, but this shouldn't be too long...I want to watch The Life Aquatic before going to bed so I can get up and work at Mr. J's in the morning...don't worry I have fun stuff planned later in the evening.
So my 18th birthday comes under some interesting circumstances...namely that my family has vacated my house to go on vacation in Delaware at Rehoboth Beach, but I had to stay behind and work. I know...poor, poor Joseph. Actually they are doing me two favors, 1)Leaving me the house for a whole week 2)Bringing back a car for me (Subaru Forrester w/ just 90,000 miles on it). Now, knowing me, you all know what this means...PARTY AT MY HOUSE...yeah right...like I have any friends to party with. Well, hopefully some plans will develop...I'll probably just end up buying myself a steak and a cigar...and a lottery ticket...and some porn...and anything else I can do as of what is now 30 minutes from now.
What else has been going on? Hmmm...played poker with some dickeys and Philly D's house...those dickeys were Philly D (of course), Wes, and Jake...I lost $15, yikes. I've been working, both for Mr. J, and for Back Inn (I hosted tonight, and boy did it suck, what everyone says about hosting is true.) I had a governor's school friend, Justin come in last night and we had a good time bastarding around Chattanooga...and in an episode which draws comparisons to an episode last week, we tried for about an hour to find a place that would serve us ice cream or coffee to no avail. We were turned down by Clumpies (where we kinda freaked Betsy Gass out), Aretha Frankensteins, Stone Cup, Sonic (you think that's bad, but wait for the next one), and even freakin' McDonald's...they were open but their ice cream machine and milkshake machine were broken. So we just go some Ben and Jerrie's from BiLo...it was a fun time, and certainly good to see Justin. Oh yeah, and we ran into Destiny whose panties were lying in the back seat of her car when we rode with up Signal to Jordan's house...sketchy, check...awkward, check...and most importantly, funny as hell, check.
Today, I shat around until work, worked, ate a B- meal at Proni's with Seth, and here I sit...counting down the minutes until I am officially 18, and thus fully responsible for my actions and no longer a dickey, and by dickey I mean a minor. And really I just lied, because I will always be a dickey, just different kinds and different points in my life...and that's my cue to end this entry.
So my 18th birthday comes under some interesting circumstances...namely that my family has vacated my house to go on vacation in Delaware at Rehoboth Beach, but I had to stay behind and work. I know...poor, poor Joseph. Actually they are doing me two favors, 1)Leaving me the house for a whole week 2)Bringing back a car for me (Subaru Forrester w/ just 90,000 miles on it). Now, knowing me, you all know what this means...PARTY AT MY HOUSE...yeah right...like I have any friends to party with. Well, hopefully some plans will develop...I'll probably just end up buying myself a steak and a cigar...and a lottery ticket...and some porn...and anything else I can do as of what is now 30 minutes from now.
What else has been going on? Hmmm...played poker with some dickeys and Philly D's house...those dickeys were Philly D (of course), Wes, and Jake...I lost $15, yikes. I've been working, both for Mr. J, and for Back Inn (I hosted tonight, and boy did it suck, what everyone says about hosting is true.) I had a governor's school friend, Justin come in last night and we had a good time bastarding around Chattanooga...and in an episode which draws comparisons to an episode last week, we tried for about an hour to find a place that would serve us ice cream or coffee to no avail. We were turned down by Clumpies (where we kinda freaked Betsy Gass out), Aretha Frankensteins, Stone Cup, Sonic (you think that's bad, but wait for the next one), and even freakin' McDonald's...they were open but their ice cream machine and milkshake machine were broken. So we just go some Ben and Jerrie's from BiLo...it was a fun time, and certainly good to see Justin. Oh yeah, and we ran into Destiny whose panties were lying in the back seat of her car when we rode with up Signal to Jordan's house...sketchy, check...awkward, check...and most importantly, funny as hell, check.
Today, I shat around until work, worked, ate a B- meal at Proni's with Seth, and here I sit...counting down the minutes until I am officially 18, and thus fully responsible for my actions and no longer a dickey, and by dickey I mean a minor. And really I just lied, because I will always be a dickey, just different kinds and different points in my life...and that's my cue to end this entry.