it has been for-fucking-ever... this is going to be really long.
I need a computer at the appartment. Honestly the way things play out, my life might as well be it's own soap opera. Yesterday would definately make a good episode. *deep breath* It went a little like this...
We woke up normal time, Tommy's alarm goes off at 6:30 but we kind of lounged about for an hour or so. We find ways to keep ourselves in bed longer lol. He didn't have to go to work and it was my day off so we were in very good moods. It was Krystin's birthday and she asked me to go to the mall with her and she told me that I could bring Tommy so I needed to go to the bank to get my paycheck cashed so that I could have a bit of spending money. I couldn't find a ride to the bank, so around 9 me and Tommy finally got up and we walked, yes we walked, to Pompton. Now it's not really that bad of a walk, I have walked farther, but first thing in the morning and taking into consideration how out of shape we are, lol. By the time we got back to the appartment I was exhausted, but we only had a half an hour to "rest" before we had to leave again to meet Krystin at the bus stop. The bus ride there was fun, Krystin brought Dan so the boys decided to team up to be pains-in-the-butt, lol. Got to the mall around 1:30, hit Hot Topic, got two new shirts and a bag, Krystin bought a $92 dress but then returned it and put it on layaway, lol. The boys left us early on to go bond in the arcade, so the two of us did our thing. About an hour and a half into it, we were talking about calling them and I said, "You wanna bet the first thing they do is ask us for more money so they can play more?" Sure enough the first thing Tommy says when he walks up after kissing me hello, (with a smile) "Honey... how much do you love me?" My reply: "Don't even try it, I'm not giving you more money." Lol. I ended up caving and giving him more money. Well, we were there for a while longer and missed the bus we were supposed to get on. We thought that the buses ran on the 02's. The one we were supposed to get on was the 5:02. We got there a little before 6 to find that the next bus wasn't coming until 7:30. We sat and complained for a little while and withing the hour and a half we had to wait, wackiness ensued. By the time the bus finally showed up, we were all tired and cranky. I had saved the couple of bucks for the tickets home. We went to get on the bus and this driver, holy shit. What a fucking douche-bag. I gave him what I remember being the fare for two people to get to Haskell. Just the way he talked to me I wanted to hit him. First he gave me a fucking attitude saying that the last stop was in Pompton, so we would have been stuck there anyway. When he handed me back change for the ticket I was like, "Uh... I asked for two tickets?" At which point, I got attitude because I didn't have enough. Apparently the ticket was $1.70. I said ok, hold on a second. I put my bags on an empty seat and went through my purse. Of course that whole time, he was getting the other passengers on the bus but the whole time he's yelling at me (except at one point when he was yelling at some man about a transfer ticket and he was being really sarcastic, I swear this asshole driver must have been drunk). Luckily, I had exactly $1.70 in change. When he was done with the others I went to hand him the change. I had a bunch of quarters, dimes, and 10 cents in pennies. He takes one look at the change and shoved it back at me, yelling about how he doesn't take pennies, and that Tommy had to get the hell off of "his" bus. Now, this whole time before this, I kept my cool, but when Tommy started to storm off the bus, my god. I cursed that bus driver out, it was so satisfying. I was furious. And however mad I was, Tommy was twice as angry. So, we're sitting there stranded, we started making phone calls. Now, earlier in the week, Sean had told us that he was throwing a party for Tommy for his birthday which was going on that night. He told us that all we had to do was show up, that he was taking care of everything. Well, we called 4 of our friends, who were going to be at the party anyway, to come and pick us up. All of them told us that they couldn't because they were looking for a way to get the alcohol. They were more concerned with getting the alcohol for Tommy's party then actually having Tommy there. That's fucked up, I'm sorry but what kind of friend is that? We called Frank and like the true friend that he is, Frank left his house and drove all the way to the mall to get us. He brought us back to the appartment and when we walked in, Pete, Ben, and Fuzzy were there. So after a night that was already stressed, we find out that Howard and his butch of a girlfriend got Matthew (my 15 year old "little brother") drunk and kept on pressuring him to drink more to the point where he puked all over my bathroom (we're talking projectile vomiting, all over the walls) and had to be rushed to the hospital by John and Nick. If you thought we were angry before, that's nothing compared to how we reacted to this. We dropped our bags and stormed right back out the doorto search for this asshole. (For those of you who don't know the whole sitch with Howard as it stood before last night, he started hanging out with the man-beast girl, stole some money etc. from us, and started spreading shit about us. Apparently Johnny has STD's and I'm cheating on Tommy with Ben. Right. So we told him that he wasn't welcome around the appartment anymore.) We went to the spot but he wasn't there, so we went to the clock tower and sat. Sure enough, 5 minutes later, who should walk across the CVS parking lot but our asshole. Now picture me, Tommy, Ben, Pete, Mikey, Fuzzy, and Suzanne, pacing around the clock tower like a bunch of sharks staring him down. First Mikey walked across the street. I don't know what was said, but he came back telling Tommy that Howard wanted to make a peace offering of the herbal variety. Taking advantage of the situation, he walked across the street. They went into the alley and I saw Howard reach into his pocket for something and when his head came back up, Tommy punched him in the face. I heard the smack from across the street. Howard spun, hit the wall and fell backwards and in one sweeping motion that looked very dramatic since he was wearing the trenchcoat, Tommy turned around and started walking across the street. At this point, Howards struggles for a bit and then gets up and starts charging like he's going to come after Tommy but he stopped right where the sidewalk met the street and starts screaming, "It's on now!" Like, you're cool now, lol. Who says that? At this point I started screaming shit at him telling him that if it's on he should get his ass over here and finish it now instead of running away like a little bitch and he started screaming at me but I was still going so I don't even know what the hell he said but the last thing I screamed as he was running the other way was FUCK YOU. Yea. The sound of Tommy's fist meeting his face was just so satisfying. You see, you can say or do whatever you want to me. I'll take it because it's really not worth it, I could care less. But if you mess with or hurt someone I care about, god help you. Douche-bag sent MY LITTLE BROTHER to the hospital. And you know, he has a problem already and no one is helping him and Howard goes and pushes him over the edge like that. But it's not over. He got it from Tommy last night, he's probably going to get it worse today. And he better be hiding when Andy gets down. I was on the phone with him and I could hear him trembling with anger. I could hear him. I've only seen Andy that angry once. Well, after the whole Howard drama, we went back to the appartment. Things cooled down and somehow we ended up talking about last September. It felt like a reunion, except for the fact that Mikey and Georgia weren't there. Me, Frank, Tommy, and Benny (Fuzz was there too), relived the whole thing to Pete. Actually Ben was too gone to really do much of anything but be a pain in the butt (just kidding lovey). It was a really strange experiance for me because we've never all sat and talked about it and gotten everyone's take on what happened, everyone's point-of-view. And Frank told me that he started writing a script about it and I was like 0_0 because it just has to be done. That night is a big part of the reason things have changed so much in the past year. I mean, it's the first time I got kicked out of my house...
After that I talked to Frank about a particular situation that's been bothering me and I got to finish but I never got to hear his thoughts on the matter. That what really matters to me, I need his perspective, I don't know what to make of things myself. He sees all the sides that I can't. I don't know, I just have to find some clarity, some rhyme or reason as to why... Argh. I have to go do MORE laundry. I'll write again later about less serious or dramatic things. Blah.
We woke up normal time, Tommy's alarm goes off at 6:30 but we kind of lounged about for an hour or so. We find ways to keep ourselves in bed longer lol. He didn't have to go to work and it was my day off so we were in very good moods. It was Krystin's birthday and she asked me to go to the mall with her and she told me that I could bring Tommy so I needed to go to the bank to get my paycheck cashed so that I could have a bit of spending money. I couldn't find a ride to the bank, so around 9 me and Tommy finally got up and we walked, yes we walked, to Pompton. Now it's not really that bad of a walk, I have walked farther, but first thing in the morning and taking into consideration how out of shape we are, lol. By the time we got back to the appartment I was exhausted, but we only had a half an hour to "rest" before we had to leave again to meet Krystin at the bus stop. The bus ride there was fun, Krystin brought Dan so the boys decided to team up to be pains-in-the-butt, lol. Got to the mall around 1:30, hit Hot Topic, got two new shirts and a bag, Krystin bought a $92 dress but then returned it and put it on layaway, lol. The boys left us early on to go bond in the arcade, so the two of us did our thing. About an hour and a half into it, we were talking about calling them and I said, "You wanna bet the first thing they do is ask us for more money so they can play more?" Sure enough the first thing Tommy says when he walks up after kissing me hello, (with a smile) "Honey... how much do you love me?" My reply: "Don't even try it, I'm not giving you more money." Lol. I ended up caving and giving him more money. Well, we were there for a while longer and missed the bus we were supposed to get on. We thought that the buses ran on the 02's. The one we were supposed to get on was the 5:02. We got there a little before 6 to find that the next bus wasn't coming until 7:30. We sat and complained for a little while and withing the hour and a half we had to wait, wackiness ensued. By the time the bus finally showed up, we were all tired and cranky. I had saved the couple of bucks for the tickets home. We went to get on the bus and this driver, holy shit. What a fucking douche-bag. I gave him what I remember being the fare for two people to get to Haskell. Just the way he talked to me I wanted to hit him. First he gave me a fucking attitude saying that the last stop was in Pompton, so we would have been stuck there anyway. When he handed me back change for the ticket I was like, "Uh... I asked for two tickets?" At which point, I got attitude because I didn't have enough. Apparently the ticket was $1.70. I said ok, hold on a second. I put my bags on an empty seat and went through my purse. Of course that whole time, he was getting the other passengers on the bus but the whole time he's yelling at me (except at one point when he was yelling at some man about a transfer ticket and he was being really sarcastic, I swear this asshole driver must have been drunk). Luckily, I had exactly $1.70 in change. When he was done with the others I went to hand him the change. I had a bunch of quarters, dimes, and 10 cents in pennies. He takes one look at the change and shoved it back at me, yelling about how he doesn't take pennies, and that Tommy had to get the hell off of "his" bus. Now, this whole time before this, I kept my cool, but when Tommy started to storm off the bus, my god. I cursed that bus driver out, it was so satisfying. I was furious. And however mad I was, Tommy was twice as angry. So, we're sitting there stranded, we started making phone calls. Now, earlier in the week, Sean had told us that he was throwing a party for Tommy for his birthday which was going on that night. He told us that all we had to do was show up, that he was taking care of everything. Well, we called 4 of our friends, who were going to be at the party anyway, to come and pick us up. All of them told us that they couldn't because they were looking for a way to get the alcohol. They were more concerned with getting the alcohol for Tommy's party then actually having Tommy there. That's fucked up, I'm sorry but what kind of friend is that? We called Frank and like the true friend that he is, Frank left his house and drove all the way to the mall to get us. He brought us back to the appartment and when we walked in, Pete, Ben, and Fuzzy were there. So after a night that was already stressed, we find out that Howard and his butch of a girlfriend got Matthew (my 15 year old "little brother") drunk and kept on pressuring him to drink more to the point where he puked all over my bathroom (we're talking projectile vomiting, all over the walls) and had to be rushed to the hospital by John and Nick. If you thought we were angry before, that's nothing compared to how we reacted to this. We dropped our bags and stormed right back out the doorto search for this asshole. (For those of you who don't know the whole sitch with Howard as it stood before last night, he started hanging out with the man-beast girl, stole some money etc. from us, and started spreading shit about us. Apparently Johnny has STD's and I'm cheating on Tommy with Ben. Right. So we told him that he wasn't welcome around the appartment anymore.) We went to the spot but he wasn't there, so we went to the clock tower and sat. Sure enough, 5 minutes later, who should walk across the CVS parking lot but our asshole. Now picture me, Tommy, Ben, Pete, Mikey, Fuzzy, and Suzanne, pacing around the clock tower like a bunch of sharks staring him down. First Mikey walked across the street. I don't know what was said, but he came back telling Tommy that Howard wanted to make a peace offering of the herbal variety. Taking advantage of the situation, he walked across the street. They went into the alley and I saw Howard reach into his pocket for something and when his head came back up, Tommy punched him in the face. I heard the smack from across the street. Howard spun, hit the wall and fell backwards and in one sweeping motion that looked very dramatic since he was wearing the trenchcoat, Tommy turned around and started walking across the street. At this point, Howards struggles for a bit and then gets up and starts charging like he's going to come after Tommy but he stopped right where the sidewalk met the street and starts screaming, "It's on now!" Like, you're cool now, lol. Who says that? At this point I started screaming shit at him telling him that if it's on he should get his ass over here and finish it now instead of running away like a little bitch and he started screaming at me but I was still going so I don't even know what the hell he said but the last thing I screamed as he was running the other way was FUCK YOU. Yea. The sound of Tommy's fist meeting his face was just so satisfying. You see, you can say or do whatever you want to me. I'll take it because it's really not worth it, I could care less. But if you mess with or hurt someone I care about, god help you. Douche-bag sent MY LITTLE BROTHER to the hospital. And you know, he has a problem already and no one is helping him and Howard goes and pushes him over the edge like that. But it's not over. He got it from Tommy last night, he's probably going to get it worse today. And he better be hiding when Andy gets down. I was on the phone with him and I could hear him trembling with anger. I could hear him. I've only seen Andy that angry once. Well, after the whole Howard drama, we went back to the appartment. Things cooled down and somehow we ended up talking about last September. It felt like a reunion, except for the fact that Mikey and Georgia weren't there. Me, Frank, Tommy, and Benny (Fuzz was there too), relived the whole thing to Pete. Actually Ben was too gone to really do much of anything but be a pain in the butt (just kidding lovey). It was a really strange experiance for me because we've never all sat and talked about it and gotten everyone's take on what happened, everyone's point-of-view. And Frank told me that he started writing a script about it and I was like 0_0 because it just has to be done. That night is a big part of the reason things have changed so much in the past year. I mean, it's the first time I got kicked out of my house...
After that I talked to Frank about a particular situation that's been bothering me and I got to finish but I never got to hear his thoughts on the matter. That what really matters to me, I need his perspective, I don't know what to make of things myself. He sees all the sides that I can't. I don't know, I just have to find some clarity, some rhyme or reason as to why... Argh. I have to go do MORE laundry. I'll write again later about less serious or dramatic things. Blah.