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Hello everyone
today is a busy day...it feels like i have so much to do...actually i don't know if anyone reading has ever felt this way but i always wake up feeling like theres so much to do when in a actuality theres nothing at all to do. i don't know....im talking crazy..lol...anyways.....last night sucked b/c i was up til like...ummm...2 o'clock in the morning...Al started his dream job today at Volkswagon...im so proud of my little-burrito..he's actually doing something that he really wants to do and he's actually really smart and good at what he does....well see i stayed up b/c Al had to go to Volkswagon and he needed to be there at 7:45AM. well he needed a new tool bx b/c his old one is like breaking b/c it's soooooo old and a friend of ours said he could borrow his b/c he has this huge box and all these tools blah blah blah
anyways.....well the kid took us for a ride all day and made up all these excuses on why he couldn't get the tool box...for instance
1.his psycho lesbian mother didn't want him to let anybody borrow th ebox b/c the tools and the box are worth 20,000
2.the REAL reason his mother was so fuckn psycho is b/c he waited till 10pm to call her to ask.....now if i was his mother i'd be whipping his ass for calling me at 10pm to ask about moving a damn tool box the size of a fuckn fridge.
3.he's at my girlz house and i kept calling and it was excuse after excuse...Kassie was like "oh...he went out to get butts"..."oh he's moving his shit into my basement" etc etc..
well anyways he basically makes up all these excuses and then i called him one last time and then he tells me hes on the way to his house to start moving shit and he'll call me as soon as he gets there...NEVER CALLS.....therfore i was up till 2 fuckn am yeah im never trusting this kid ever again especially b/c he knew how much this meant to Al i mean i was willing to move a damn tool box that weighs like 400lbs. at 1am just for Al b/c i know how much that would of meant to him but whatever.............
So my little-burritto woke up this morning (actually my little cabby patty)to drive all the way to Sandown to get his busted ass tool box i feel so bad for him b/c thats like an hour drive and then he has to load this tool box with a-ba-jillion tools in it into a dinky Golf and then drive an hour back to Volkswagon and set the damn box up....pooor thing...im gonna make homemade meatballs and spaghetti...its one of his favorites..he loves his italians...lol..yea thats going to take forever but it'll be made with love....well i better get started...buh bye <3flip flop
today is a busy day...it feels like i have so much to do...actually i don't know if anyone reading has ever felt this way but i always wake up feeling like theres so much to do when in a actuality theres nothing at all to do. i don't know....im talking crazy..lol...anyways.....last night sucked b/c i was up til like...ummm...2 o'clock in the morning...Al started his dream job today at Volkswagon...im so proud of my little-burrito..he's actually doing something that he really wants to do and he's actually really smart and good at what he does....well see i stayed up b/c Al had to go to Volkswagon and he needed to be there at 7:45AM. well he needed a new tool bx b/c his old one is like breaking b/c it's soooooo old and a friend of ours said he could borrow his b/c he has this huge box and all these tools blah blah blah
anyways.....well the kid took us for a ride all day and made up all these excuses on why he couldn't get the tool box...for instance
1.his psycho lesbian mother didn't want him to let anybody borrow th ebox b/c the tools and the box are worth 20,000
2.the REAL reason his mother was so fuckn psycho is b/c he waited till 10pm to call her to ask.....now if i was his mother i'd be whipping his ass for calling me at 10pm to ask about moving a damn tool box the size of a fuckn fridge.
3.he's at my girlz house and i kept calling and it was excuse after excuse...Kassie was like "oh...he went out to get butts"..."oh he's moving his shit into my basement" etc etc..
well anyways he basically makes up all these excuses and then i called him one last time and then he tells me hes on the way to his house to start moving shit and he'll call me as soon as he gets there...NEVER CALLS.....therfore i was up till 2 fuckn am yeah im never trusting this kid ever again especially b/c he knew how much this meant to Al i mean i was willing to move a damn tool box that weighs like 400lbs. at 1am just for Al b/c i know how much that would of meant to him but whatever.............
So my little-burritto woke up this morning (actually my little cabby patty)to drive all the way to Sandown to get his busted ass tool box i feel so bad for him b/c thats like an hour drive and then he has to load this tool box with a-ba-jillion tools in it into a dinky Golf and then drive an hour back to Volkswagon and set the damn box up....pooor thing...im gonna make homemade meatballs and spaghetti...its one of his favorites..he loves his italians...lol..yea thats going to take forever but it'll be made with love....well i better get started...buh bye <3flip flop