Happy Birthday to Me AND to My Beloved Katey-Bear!
Birthday update! Sadly, I’m doing this really quickly, so I’m not going to be as complete OR as thorough as I know I’ve the potential to be.. But I’m also very tired.
So, Friday, at work. I figure out somehow somewhere I lost my license. :-\ I freak out, call Karen (Ronnie’s sister who’s going to give me a ride home) and beg her to come an hour early, then tell work I’ll be LEAVING an hour early. I walk over to the bank, get $40 out of the ATM, walk back to my office… Karen gets there at 4:40 pm.. Almost too late. I hop in and we haul ass to the DPS. Met a sweet lady from Louisiana with a cute baby and a long haired dude who reminded me of the people I used to hang out with in high school. Long story short.. Shot nerves were for naught and a Driver’s License was acquired. All good on that front.
Saturday.. Wake up around nine.. We all get ready and head out. Ronnie drops Jam and I at Stacia’s. We go to get our hairs done in a salon while he goes out to shop for my birthday. On the way back, Ronnie gets pulled over. Apparently, he had a warrant for a ticket from FOUR years ago, so they took him in. I don’t need to tell anyone about the bad scary not so happiness of that. I couldn’t eat/speak/think/BREATHE… Learned a LOT about the complete disorganized MORONERY (yes, I invented the word) of the MC jail system.. Bran, too bad you didn’t go work there. You could probably bitch slap prisoners all day and they’d just laugh and promote you. … Not that anyone bitch slapped Ronnie, but he got called “faggot” a lot. We got him out.. SEVENTY damn dollars and they were going to keep him overnight. But he’s here, with me now and since eleven pm Saturday night, and that’s all that matters. God I love him so much. :-) And anyone who tries to take him away from me again is going to get fucked up. Seriously. Even you gay boys. Come on and bring it, whores!
Ronnie says that was an extremely possessive paragraph. I don’t care.. If I weighed 20 pounds less, I would have launched myself at him when he walked out that metal door and dry humped him in the foyer. OOOH I feel so deliciously white trash right now! Mommy, mommy, I want a mullet!
So obviously I’d make a really good jail girlfriend.. Remember that, you potential convicts. (On a side note, dating a convict would solve a lot of problems for me. They can’t be possessive or up your ass or calling you all the time.. THEY’RE IN JAIL! And then I’d get that thrill of dating a bad girl.. And also, hot sex!)
So, Saturday night was spent at my sister’s (felt safer not doing a lot of driving around) consuming margaritas and dancing around her living room to Funk music. Man, Jam and I sure are hot when we wanna be. *wink* You should have seen our coordinated movements and sexy high kicks.
We passed out around four-ish, then woke up that morning and all day it was presents, playing with Tyler, watching The Cell (forgot how creepy that flick was), coming home, opening MORE presents, eating the delicious cakes that Kate and Jaimie built for me, watching said presents..
List of presents received: Salon hot-ness package, Will and Grace season 2 on DVD, Kids in the Hall Season 1 on DVD, Kill Bill vol. 1 on DVD, Scary Movie 2 on DVD.. And books! BOOKS! I got books about serial killers, books by Dave Barry, books about Urban Legends.. Even a pretty cool one from my dad about.. Well, I guess serial killers still. Also I received two tasty and delicious cakes from two of my sisters (Jam and Katey-bear) and assorted delicious meals bought and/or prepared by Stacia and Ronnie.
Next weekend, I am receiving a day of spoiled-ness from Ronnie, which will include shopping for new clothes and lunch AND dinner out. Apparently I am to be made to feel like a princess, which is hawt. Usually I’m not really high maintenance, but one or two days a year of feeling like royalty sure would raise my motivation level.
Today was spent lounging around, watching movies, being lazy, eating home-made mashed potatoes (THANK YOU BABE!) and just enjoying my last day off before going back to ABJECT UTTER HELL. I can’t wait to get into school and get the hell done with my days as a bullshite receptionist in a gay-hating-but-somehow-everyone-who-works-there-is-bitchier-than-20-drag-queens-combined office.
I’m tired now. I’m full of potatoes and contentment. And when you’re full of potatoes and contentment, the only thing to do is go to bed.
Being 21 feels pretty okay so far. And I have Ronnie here with me, which was the best birthday present of all. Happy Birthday to me!
And happy birthday to Kate!
And very, very much love to my Ronnie, who is the James St. James to my Michael Alig. I love you, darling!
So, Friday, at work. I figure out somehow somewhere I lost my license. :-\ I freak out, call Karen (Ronnie’s sister who’s going to give me a ride home) and beg her to come an hour early, then tell work I’ll be LEAVING an hour early. I walk over to the bank, get $40 out of the ATM, walk back to my office… Karen gets there at 4:40 pm.. Almost too late. I hop in and we haul ass to the DPS. Met a sweet lady from Louisiana with a cute baby and a long haired dude who reminded me of the people I used to hang out with in high school. Long story short.. Shot nerves were for naught and a Driver’s License was acquired. All good on that front.
Saturday.. Wake up around nine.. We all get ready and head out. Ronnie drops Jam and I at Stacia’s. We go to get our hairs done in a salon while he goes out to shop for my birthday. On the way back, Ronnie gets pulled over. Apparently, he had a warrant for a ticket from FOUR years ago, so they took him in. I don’t need to tell anyone about the bad scary not so happiness of that. I couldn’t eat/speak/think/BREATHE… Learned a LOT about the complete disorganized MORONERY (yes, I invented the word) of the MC jail system.. Bran, too bad you didn’t go work there. You could probably bitch slap prisoners all day and they’d just laugh and promote you. … Not that anyone bitch slapped Ronnie, but he got called “faggot” a lot. We got him out.. SEVENTY damn dollars and they were going to keep him overnight. But he’s here, with me now and since eleven pm Saturday night, and that’s all that matters. God I love him so much. :-) And anyone who tries to take him away from me again is going to get fucked up. Seriously. Even you gay boys. Come on and bring it, whores!
Ronnie says that was an extremely possessive paragraph. I don’t care.. If I weighed 20 pounds less, I would have launched myself at him when he walked out that metal door and dry humped him in the foyer. OOOH I feel so deliciously white trash right now! Mommy, mommy, I want a mullet!
So obviously I’d make a really good jail girlfriend.. Remember that, you potential convicts. (On a side note, dating a convict would solve a lot of problems for me. They can’t be possessive or up your ass or calling you all the time.. THEY’RE IN JAIL! And then I’d get that thrill of dating a bad girl.. And also, hot sex!)
So, Saturday night was spent at my sister’s (felt safer not doing a lot of driving around) consuming margaritas and dancing around her living room to Funk music. Man, Jam and I sure are hot when we wanna be. *wink* You should have seen our coordinated movements and sexy high kicks.
We passed out around four-ish, then woke up that morning and all day it was presents, playing with Tyler, watching The Cell (forgot how creepy that flick was), coming home, opening MORE presents, eating the delicious cakes that Kate and Jaimie built for me, watching said presents..
List of presents received: Salon hot-ness package, Will and Grace season 2 on DVD, Kids in the Hall Season 1 on DVD, Kill Bill vol. 1 on DVD, Scary Movie 2 on DVD.. And books! BOOKS! I got books about serial killers, books by Dave Barry, books about Urban Legends.. Even a pretty cool one from my dad about.. Well, I guess serial killers still. Also I received two tasty and delicious cakes from two of my sisters (Jam and Katey-bear) and assorted delicious meals bought and/or prepared by Stacia and Ronnie.
Next weekend, I am receiving a day of spoiled-ness from Ronnie, which will include shopping for new clothes and lunch AND dinner out. Apparently I am to be made to feel like a princess, which is hawt. Usually I’m not really high maintenance, but one or two days a year of feeling like royalty sure would raise my motivation level.
Today was spent lounging around, watching movies, being lazy, eating home-made mashed potatoes (THANK YOU BABE!) and just enjoying my last day off before going back to ABJECT UTTER HELL. I can’t wait to get into school and get the hell done with my days as a bullshite receptionist in a gay-hating-but-somehow-everyone-who-works-there-is-bitchier-than-20-drag-queens-combined office.
I’m tired now. I’m full of potatoes and contentment. And when you’re full of potatoes and contentment, the only thing to do is go to bed.
Being 21 feels pretty okay so far. And I have Ronnie here with me, which was the best birthday present of all. Happy Birthday to me!
And happy birthday to Kate!
And very, very much love to my Ronnie, who is the James St. James to my Michael Alig. I love you, darling!