and thats all the time that it takes
deaths seem to come in threes. everything comes in threes. first it was my friend's grandfather. then an acquaintance's father. then my great uncle. uncle baynard. i didnt know him so much, i knew the name and im sure i met him a few times. it was my grandmother' sister's husband on my dad's side.
the day after x-mas i went to my dad's house. i only see him like twice a year and thats when i take the initative and call and go over and such. well he decides that he would rather go fishing than see his own daughters. so we go and he wasnt there even though he knew we were coming, so we waited and his girlfriend/roommate/whatever played games to keep my nephew entertained and then after being there for a long ass time, after dark my father decides to come home. wasted trip? yes. sometimes i wish i had more contact and a better relationship with my dad, but its too late for that. im getting out of this godforsaken town soon.
last night an incident occured that pissed me off. and it led me to call all the straight boys in my cell phone (and if you know me at all, you know that i dont call boys, i get nervous/shaky/etc.) and that merited a harrassing message left by me on an asshole's machine that still has my fucking book, a few voicemails, and an invitation to key largo to party from a boy i havent talked to in a while. he was so fucked up when i talked to him. thats all he ever does, which is why i stopped talking to him in the first place. but hey, my life is so on track and going so well that i may just take up his offer and go get fucked up beyond compare with whatever the kid has in his house on the beach and forget this awful routine of nothing but shit that is my life for a day or two.
the day after x-mas i went to my dad's house. i only see him like twice a year and thats when i take the initative and call and go over and such. well he decides that he would rather go fishing than see his own daughters. so we go and he wasnt there even though he knew we were coming, so we waited and his girlfriend/roommate/whatever played games to keep my nephew entertained and then after being there for a long ass time, after dark my father decides to come home. wasted trip? yes. sometimes i wish i had more contact and a better relationship with my dad, but its too late for that. im getting out of this godforsaken town soon.
last night an incident occured that pissed me off. and it led me to call all the straight boys in my cell phone (and if you know me at all, you know that i dont call boys, i get nervous/shaky/etc.) and that merited a harrassing message left by me on an asshole's machine that still has my fucking book, a few voicemails, and an invitation to key largo to party from a boy i havent talked to in a while. he was so fucked up when i talked to him. thats all he ever does, which is why i stopped talking to him in the first place. but hey, my life is so on track and going so well that i may just take up his offer and go get fucked up beyond compare with whatever the kid has in his house on the beach and forget this awful routine of nothing but shit that is my life for a day or two.