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So the weekend was pretty nice. Started off Friday by getting burned on my leg and calling into work. Left for Dallas early. Got in and had a few drinks at back yard and passed out at Alicia's. The next morning I went to find my mother, only to find that she had skipped town for San Antonio a few hours earlier. Suck. So we went out to Misti's graduation. I'm really proud of her. We didn't really party like we should have, but Kristen and I had to get up early in the morning, so we tried to sleep in the car. Most uncomfortable thing ever. So Sunday morning my dad shacked us up for a few hours for us to nap. Found out yesterday that I didn't work yesterday or today. We could have still been in Dallas. But with no money at this point. Oh yeah. And Yesterday I got back and had to deal with my new bank account. They decided they wanted to withdrawal all of my money and close my account. WTF? WHY? B/c my ss# can't be verified. What? Here's my social card, work stubs, id, other cards with my name. WAAAAHHH.. As Eminem would say... I am who I say I am. Got hair cut yesterday though. And that works for me.
So looking back, Texas sucks. The people for the most part are ignorant assholes. But New Orleans isn't any better. Everyone here is like 40, but acts like they are 15. NEXT!
So looking back, Texas sucks. The people for the most part are ignorant assholes. But New Orleans isn't any better. Everyone here is like 40, but acts like they are 15. NEXT!