"I want c[l]ock"
Thursday: Waking up early would have sucked, but [thankfully] I got to sleep an extra hour. Drove out to Hell and spent the day with the kids. Of course, Sam wasn't feeling good and Ariel is teething...so I'm sure you can imagine the joy that day brought. Although, just snuggling with the little guy (because he wouldn't take his nap if I wasn't laying with him) was sweet & relaxing.
Ran to Mom & Dad's after work to pick up some money I had sitting over there. So, after a couple more errands, a major detour and waiting for the gay ass trains that seem to circle Plymouth...I finally made it home.
It wasn't long before Brad got here. We ran to the uniform store to get his new chef's coat then headed back here to chill and what not.
The night didn't turn out too shabby.
Friday: Woke up to Christina calling me. She needed a ride to & from court because Matt forgot his sunglasses at her house. Fucking retarded as that is & as much sense as it doesn't make...that was the reason. So he dropped her off over here, I got dressed and took her to court. We ended up having to go into the lobby to wait for her case to be called because Ava kept talking...which resulted in Derrick S. (her soon to be ex-husband) bringing us out the diaper bag. Why does that matter? Because he had half of a bottle of pop in it, which I spit in twice and he later drank. We found it amusing (he's a dick...not in a good sense of the word). Although, it could have been more amusing... LOL
That bullshit was taking forever, so I left and ran Grams to the bank. After she got her money, we ran to the store so I could pay on the layaway part of Ava's birthday gifts and pick up a couple more things for her.
Finally got back to 35th District (after another detour and some jimmy-jacking around in the rain...fun) and thankfully court was done. Too bad the paperwork part wasn't. Oh well, it didn't take too long.
When we left there, we decided it was time for dinner. So we all went out to eat, went to Chrissy's so she could pick up her dad's car, took Granny home then went back to Garden City to take showers and get ready to go.
Jeremy and them wanted us to head Downriver, but we had other plans.
James picked us up and we spent the night at his house with him and Shaun partying, watching movies (Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle is funny!) and hanging out. The last thing I remembered was going into Parker's room to talk to Patrick and return a couple of phone calls...
Saturday: Woke up at 5:15AM just long enough to check the clock and locate the blanket. Then I passed back out.
I was sleeping good as hell until Parker got home from camping and came to put his stuff away. What a shock it was to him to find me laying in his bed. (not really)
Spent some time bonding with the boys then headed back to Chrissy's.
We were supposed to go Downriver that night, but opted to bail on those plans. Instead, we'd decided to go stay at James' again.
So we ran Tom & Josh to Josh's so he could pick up some stuff, took showers and went back to Westland.
More of the typical activities commenced. Until about 6:30AM Sunday morning...
Sunday: We woke the boys up just to say good-bye, then headed Downriver. Picked up Jeremy & Davey then headed for Nathan's house.
Hung around there for a while, went for a little (yet majorly illegal) ride, dropped Nathan back off at home then went back to Jer's. Joyce showed up (yippy) and we took off shortly after that.
Came home (finally) and got ready for the evening.
At this point, the day had the potential to become absolute SHIT, but Brad showed up just in time. (i.e. after 20 minutes of crying, 20 minutes of uncontrollable barfing and 10 minutes of dry heaves). Yeah...nice what the simple sound of my Godfather's voice saying "hello" does, huh? Fuck it. My mom was a cunt about the situation (I'd love to see her "just deal with it"...bitch) and I contemplated something very stupid. Luckily, brushing my teeth killed the time I would have had for all of that.
Anyway...back to the point...
Brad showed up and as soon as we hugged, the 1st thing he said to me was "what's wrong?". Funny how sometimes people just know...
We sat around, I told him what happened...and we went on with a mission of clearing my mind (or atleast numbing it). Hung out here talking and shit until we decided going to the bar sounded like a good idea.
So, we hit up Boulders and drank a couple pitchers while we watched Kill Bill Vol. 2. Left there, came home...
It actually turned into a very good night.
Monday: Woke up at 6:30 (with a grand total of 3 hours of sleep), drank a pot of coffee and headed for Hell. What an exciting drive to make at the crack of fucking dawn behind some ass fuck who kept fluctuating their speed by 10mph. Note: if you can't maintain speed...GET THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD. Thank God for passing zones...
The day would have sucked ass, but I got to take a 30 minute nap.
Eventually, my sister and Jason got home. Not like that made my day any easier...
We ended up having a BBQ for Granny's birthday with the Potts side of the family (aka the only half of my mom's side of the family that truly matters). That would have went great if my dad hadn't been such a cocksucker at one point and Melissa hadn't pushed my buttons and pissed me off. Needless to say, I ended up walking out and not returning for about an hour. It was that or beat her ass in her own house & in front of the whole family. I took the high road...
I sure as fuck was glad when Grams decided she was ready to come home.
So now I'm here. I took a shower, text messaged with Patrick, checked mail for the first time in 2 weeks and updated this gay shit.
Merry fucking Kwanzaa or whatever.
Ran to Mom & Dad's after work to pick up some money I had sitting over there. So, after a couple more errands, a major detour and waiting for the gay ass trains that seem to circle Plymouth...I finally made it home.
It wasn't long before Brad got here. We ran to the uniform store to get his new chef's coat then headed back here to chill and what not.
The night didn't turn out too shabby.
Friday: Woke up to Christina calling me. She needed a ride to & from court because Matt forgot his sunglasses at her house. Fucking retarded as that is & as much sense as it doesn't make...that was the reason. So he dropped her off over here, I got dressed and took her to court. We ended up having to go into the lobby to wait for her case to be called because Ava kept talking...which resulted in Derrick S. (her soon to be ex-husband) bringing us out the diaper bag. Why does that matter? Because he had half of a bottle of pop in it, which I spit in twice and he later drank. We found it amusing (he's a dick...not in a good sense of the word). Although, it could have been more amusing... LOL
That bullshit was taking forever, so I left and ran Grams to the bank. After she got her money, we ran to the store so I could pay on the layaway part of Ava's birthday gifts and pick up a couple more things for her.
Finally got back to 35th District (after another detour and some jimmy-jacking around in the rain...fun) and thankfully court was done. Too bad the paperwork part wasn't. Oh well, it didn't take too long.
When we left there, we decided it was time for dinner. So we all went out to eat, went to Chrissy's so she could pick up her dad's car, took Granny home then went back to Garden City to take showers and get ready to go.
Jeremy and them wanted us to head Downriver, but we had other plans.
James picked us up and we spent the night at his house with him and Shaun partying, watching movies (Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle is funny!) and hanging out. The last thing I remembered was going into Parker's room to talk to Patrick and return a couple of phone calls...
Saturday: Woke up at 5:15AM just long enough to check the clock and locate the blanket. Then I passed back out.
I was sleeping good as hell until Parker got home from camping and came to put his stuff away. What a shock it was to him to find me laying in his bed. (not really)
Spent some time bonding with the boys then headed back to Chrissy's.
We were supposed to go Downriver that night, but opted to bail on those plans. Instead, we'd decided to go stay at James' again.
So we ran Tom & Josh to Josh's so he could pick up some stuff, took showers and went back to Westland.
More of the typical activities commenced. Until about 6:30AM Sunday morning...
Sunday: We woke the boys up just to say good-bye, then headed Downriver. Picked up Jeremy & Davey then headed for Nathan's house.
Hung around there for a while, went for a little (yet majorly illegal) ride, dropped Nathan back off at home then went back to Jer's. Joyce showed up (yippy) and we took off shortly after that.
Came home (finally) and got ready for the evening.
At this point, the day had the potential to become absolute SHIT, but Brad showed up just in time. (i.e. after 20 minutes of crying, 20 minutes of uncontrollable barfing and 10 minutes of dry heaves). Yeah...nice what the simple sound of my Godfather's voice saying "hello" does, huh? Fuck it. My mom was a cunt about the situation (I'd love to see her "just deal with it"...bitch) and I contemplated something very stupid. Luckily, brushing my teeth killed the time I would have had for all of that.
Anyway...back to the point...
Brad showed up and as soon as we hugged, the 1st thing he said to me was "what's wrong?". Funny how sometimes people just know...
We sat around, I told him what happened...and we went on with a mission of clearing my mind (or atleast numbing it). Hung out here talking and shit until we decided going to the bar sounded like a good idea.
So, we hit up Boulders and drank a couple pitchers while we watched Kill Bill Vol. 2. Left there, came home...
It actually turned into a very good night.
Monday: Woke up at 6:30 (with a grand total of 3 hours of sleep), drank a pot of coffee and headed for Hell. What an exciting drive to make at the crack of fucking dawn behind some ass fuck who kept fluctuating their speed by 10mph. Note: if you can't maintain speed...GET THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD. Thank God for passing zones...
The day would have sucked ass, but I got to take a 30 minute nap.
Eventually, my sister and Jason got home. Not like that made my day any easier...
We ended up having a BBQ for Granny's birthday with the Potts side of the family (aka the only half of my mom's side of the family that truly matters). That would have went great if my dad hadn't been such a cocksucker at one point and Melissa hadn't pushed my buttons and pissed me off. Needless to say, I ended up walking out and not returning for about an hour. It was that or beat her ass in her own house & in front of the whole family. I took the high road...
I sure as fuck was glad when Grams decided she was ready to come home.
So now I'm here. I took a shower, text messaged with Patrick, checked mail for the first time in 2 weeks and updated this gay shit.
Merry fucking Kwanzaa or whatever.