more rambling
des and i are working our asses off to get bills paid so that we'll have enough money to go home to florida for a visit. i'm worried that my car won't make it because of the accident. hopefully the hood won't fly up or anything, since it's all misaligned. THAT is great fun on the highway. really.
i haven't decided whether or not i want to see my dad when we go back to florida (provided we can afford to go). he is such a pain in my ass. and he gives me shit about my weight...but i do miss him, although i don't know why. but still, it's a pain in the ass to drive all day and then stop at my dad's house for a couple of hours and sit awkwardly in his house with him giving dirty looks to des. des DID suggest that we spend a night in st. augustine, if we can afford it, at the american inn. it's only like $30 a night. we stayed there last summer when we were fucking like maniacs every ten minutes all over the state of florida and my dad wouldn't let des in her house. so it would be like, for old time's sake, and since our one-year anniversary is coming up on the 30th.
i also don't want to tell my mom that i'm going to visit my dad, because she'll be mad that i'm not coming to visit her...especially since i told her i couldn't come see her for my birthday because i thought my car was going to die.
i'm drinking blue moon right now. i think this is my favorite beer, in case you cared, which you don't.
des and i are off work tomorrow.
oh and i don't know if i've mentioned this yet, but serena, my dad's cat, is missing again. she's been gone for like two weeks and i'm beginning to think i might never see her again. if she doesn't come back, i'd rather her just stay missing than have her dead body turn up. i think i'd rather be able to tell myself that some nice old lady took her in and gave her lots to eat and pet her a lot.
anyway, this isn't making any sense because i'm on my third beer. it's pretty pathetic that i already have a buzz. also, des is watching tv and i can't concentrate if there's background noise.
p.s. i love you, des. you just get awesomer
i haven't decided whether or not i want to see my dad when we go back to florida (provided we can afford to go). he is such a pain in my ass. and he gives me shit about my weight...but i do miss him, although i don't know why. but still, it's a pain in the ass to drive all day and then stop at my dad's house for a couple of hours and sit awkwardly in his house with him giving dirty looks to des. des DID suggest that we spend a night in st. augustine, if we can afford it, at the american inn. it's only like $30 a night. we stayed there last summer when we were fucking like maniacs every ten minutes all over the state of florida and my dad wouldn't let des in her house. so it would be like, for old time's sake, and since our one-year anniversary is coming up on the 30th.
i also don't want to tell my mom that i'm going to visit my dad, because she'll be mad that i'm not coming to visit her...especially since i told her i couldn't come see her for my birthday because i thought my car was going to die.
i'm drinking blue moon right now. i think this is my favorite beer, in case you cared, which you don't.
des and i are off work tomorrow.
oh and i don't know if i've mentioned this yet, but serena, my dad's cat, is missing again. she's been gone for like two weeks and i'm beginning to think i might never see her again. if she doesn't come back, i'd rather her just stay missing than have her dead body turn up. i think i'd rather be able to tell myself that some nice old lady took her in and gave her lots to eat and pet her a lot.
anyway, this isn't making any sense because i'm on my third beer. it's pretty pathetic that i already have a buzz. also, des is watching tv and i can't concentrate if there's background noise.
p.s. i love you, des. you just get awesomer