Man oh Man and Im Gone
Well, this morning I got the "I cant believe you dont have enough decency and respect to get up for a 7:45am mass dedicated to your grandpa" lecture from my mom. Gotta love those ones! Beautiful, let me tell ya...just beautiful. Im sorry mom, if i dont think i need to go to a mass to show or tell my grandpa how much i miss and love him. i can tell him that any day, any time of the day. i dont have to go to church for that. Fuck! That right there totally killed my day. Because even though i know what i feel is right, my mom still provides me with that self-doubt/guilt feeling. Thanks mom, youre a pal! Plus, I know theres nothing that we know so how will i ever know if i am infact right? Who the hell does? But! Then i went to work, and the kids just picked me right back up. I love those kids man. Theyre awesome. Im gonna go visit the other kids at my old job tomorrow too. Good stuff right there. I wish things were better, i wish things were brand new/different. Like listening to your favorite band's new cd release for the 1st time. Not really knowing what to expect or if you'll even like it...but even if you dont like it...eventually you will...it'll grow on you...because after all-they are your favorite...and they always PULL THROUGH...I guess security is what i seek?