(no subject)
ATTENTION:
CREEPY DOM GUYS! STOP ADDING ME TO YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS LIST! SERIOUSLY!
YOU'RE UGLY, POSSIBLY MARRIED, AND MY GUESS IS THAT YOU SMELL. BAD. REALLY BAD. NOW STOP ADDING ME. I MEAN IT. I DON'T LIKE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO READ YOUR JOURNAL ABOUT YOUR TWISTED LITTLE FANTASIES THAT STEM FROM LITTLE-BIG MAN SYNDROME. I'M SORRY YOU WERE PICKED ON IN HIGHSCHOOL. OKAY? BUT NOT SORRY ENOUGH TO HAVE YOU ON MY FRIENDS LIST.
So my ring was like three sizes too big, and we had to take it down from an 8 to a 5 1/4. It'll be done next week sometime, and I think Tim is more excited about it than I am.
He bought me an awesome new bed set friday, just to see me smile, and that, my friends, is why I'm marrying this guy. Also, I'm getting an x-box 360 for christmas. Fuck yeah. I'm getting him a big screen tv, and there's really not much else I can afford. I feel bad cause he makes like twice as much money as I do, so he's going to outdo me and make me feel really guilty. But a 360? That'll probably wash away all of my guilt and just make me squeal.
He and his brother used to live together here, and a few weeks ago his brother moved back to Pampa to try to get his license and a better job. Well he hasn't been working toward anything productive since he moved. Mostly he's just been drinking a lot.
Well we get a call two nights ago from Tim's sister (he has ten brothers and sisters), and apparently Jeremy is in the hospital. He got drunk at Tim's friend Charlie's house, and I guess fell and hit his head. They were all outside and Jeremy just covered it up with the hood of his jacket. Everyone else went inside, and an hour later started wondering where Jeremy was. They went outside to look for him and found him, passed out, in a massive pool of blood in the 30 degree weather. His mom and his sister came and got him, and had to fight him to get him into the car because he was convinced that he didn't need to go to the hospital. When the doctors tried to look at the wound he tried to fight them as well. So they injected him with a heavy sedative.
Turns out, he busted an artery in his head and if he'd have waited any longer to go to the hospital he would've died. They tested his blood/alcohol level and it was a 3.0. The legal limit is .08. The next morning they tested him again and he was still at 2.0. This kid has some serious issues. Anyway, he's back home now and apparently doing fine, but I still worry about him.
When we first met he had a lost of hostility toward me because he felt like I was stealing his brother, but eventually he realized that I wasn't going anywhere and warmed up to me. Well... As much as someone like that can warm up to someone else. He has no respect for women so to him I was nothing more than some airheaded bimbo that was fucking his brother. The engagement really confused him, I think, because he was convinced up until that point that what Tim and I had was temporary. I've been as gentle as possible with him but sometimes I can't hardly stand it. He's totally immature and incapable of making good decisions. He expects everyone else to clean up after him.
I want what's best for him, I really do, but in order to make a positive change he's got to want the same thing.
Anyway. Tim's birthday is on the 15th. We're both off for two days so we can spend time together, but the clutch on his truck went out this morning, so I think most of our time together is going to be spent working on the truck and figuring out finances.
I've babbled enough now.
CREEPY DOM GUYS! STOP ADDING ME TO YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS LIST! SERIOUSLY!
YOU'RE UGLY, POSSIBLY MARRIED, AND MY GUESS IS THAT YOU SMELL. BAD. REALLY BAD. NOW STOP ADDING ME. I MEAN IT. I DON'T LIKE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO READ YOUR JOURNAL ABOUT YOUR TWISTED LITTLE FANTASIES THAT STEM FROM LITTLE-BIG MAN SYNDROME. I'M SORRY YOU WERE PICKED ON IN HIGHSCHOOL. OKAY? BUT NOT SORRY ENOUGH TO HAVE YOU ON MY FRIENDS LIST.
So my ring was like three sizes too big, and we had to take it down from an 8 to a 5 1/4. It'll be done next week sometime, and I think Tim is more excited about it than I am.
He bought me an awesome new bed set friday, just to see me smile, and that, my friends, is why I'm marrying this guy. Also, I'm getting an x-box 360 for christmas. Fuck yeah. I'm getting him a big screen tv, and there's really not much else I can afford. I feel bad cause he makes like twice as much money as I do, so he's going to outdo me and make me feel really guilty. But a 360? That'll probably wash away all of my guilt and just make me squeal.
He and his brother used to live together here, and a few weeks ago his brother moved back to Pampa to try to get his license and a better job. Well he hasn't been working toward anything productive since he moved. Mostly he's just been drinking a lot.
Well we get a call two nights ago from Tim's sister (he has ten brothers and sisters), and apparently Jeremy is in the hospital. He got drunk at Tim's friend Charlie's house, and I guess fell and hit his head. They were all outside and Jeremy just covered it up with the hood of his jacket. Everyone else went inside, and an hour later started wondering where Jeremy was. They went outside to look for him and found him, passed out, in a massive pool of blood in the 30 degree weather. His mom and his sister came and got him, and had to fight him to get him into the car because he was convinced that he didn't need to go to the hospital. When the doctors tried to look at the wound he tried to fight them as well. So they injected him with a heavy sedative.
Turns out, he busted an artery in his head and if he'd have waited any longer to go to the hospital he would've died. They tested his blood/alcohol level and it was a 3.0. The legal limit is .08. The next morning they tested him again and he was still at 2.0. This kid has some serious issues. Anyway, he's back home now and apparently doing fine, but I still worry about him.
When we first met he had a lost of hostility toward me because he felt like I was stealing his brother, but eventually he realized that I wasn't going anywhere and warmed up to me. Well... As much as someone like that can warm up to someone else. He has no respect for women so to him I was nothing more than some airheaded bimbo that was fucking his brother. The engagement really confused him, I think, because he was convinced up until that point that what Tim and I had was temporary. I've been as gentle as possible with him but sometimes I can't hardly stand it. He's totally immature and incapable of making good decisions. He expects everyone else to clean up after him.
I want what's best for him, I really do, but in order to make a positive change he's got to want the same thing.
Anyway. Tim's birthday is on the 15th. We're both off for two days so we can spend time together, but the clutch on his truck went out this morning, so I think most of our time together is going to be spent working on the truck and figuring out finances.
I've babbled enough now.