Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. Better stop now before I start cryin.
I've snuck out of my house for the last 3 nights in a row. I never really got the urge to sneak out before... but now I guess it's kind of fun. I can't really get into trouble either... what a fucking bonus. So parties, I guess... and stuff.
I adopted a new holiday today. I declare Sept. 7th national "Smoke Up A Dad Day". I snagged two... such a halarious day. I walked probably more than 4 miles today including hauled ass up Plumber St. because I didnt want to spend 4 hours dicking around to try and get a goddamn ride. The darkness of the streets at night I'm sure kept me movin fast...the fear of rape can be a great motivator in certain situations.
Who knew? But seriously... It wasn't truely that bad. I'm training for the olympic speedwalking team. Shit or get off the pot... is our motto...coming to a town near you.
So I came home and collapsed until I was informed that I was being kidnapped.
Party it up.. at the Super 8 baby. There's nothing quite like it...
Sometimes... life can be so humiliating. Tonight...was one of those times.
At some point during this week... something cliqued. Aparently...young girls in this world are not capable of making their own descions. It's okay though...A man will take care of me right! Don't make me puke. All females in a sense have been braded with a scarlet letter. This last week has been so awkward. Having to say.. no I don't have a boyfriend has been a disaster. Automatically I guess.. I am fair game. It's an open invatation for a number of potentially embarressing situtations. This isn't fun anymore... I want to go back to being married.
Never agian do I want to tell some guy I never met before a million different reasons why it is not appropriate to treat life like one big phrat party. "Hey you got big tits" isn't means on which to start any kind of relationship... Seriously now.
I hate this. Now not only do I have to be charming and witty... but helpless and easy as well.
What the fuck.
Whatever happened to the 3 feet of personal space god gives everbody at birth.
"God wants you the fuck out of my bubble, dickhead." It's as simple as that.
I adopted a new holiday today. I declare Sept. 7th national "Smoke Up A Dad Day". I snagged two... such a halarious day. I walked probably more than 4 miles today including hauled ass up Plumber St. because I didnt want to spend 4 hours dicking around to try and get a goddamn ride. The darkness of the streets at night I'm sure kept me movin fast...the fear of rape can be a great motivator in certain situations.
Who knew? But seriously... It wasn't truely that bad. I'm training for the olympic speedwalking team. Shit or get off the pot... is our motto...coming to a town near you.
So I came home and collapsed until I was informed that I was being kidnapped.
Party it up.. at the Super 8 baby. There's nothing quite like it...
Sometimes... life can be so humiliating. Tonight...was one of those times.
At some point during this week... something cliqued. Aparently...young girls in this world are not capable of making their own descions. It's okay though...A man will take care of me right! Don't make me puke. All females in a sense have been braded with a scarlet letter. This last week has been so awkward. Having to say.. no I don't have a boyfriend has been a disaster. Automatically I guess.. I am fair game. It's an open invatation for a number of potentially embarressing situtations. This isn't fun anymore... I want to go back to being married.
Never agian do I want to tell some guy I never met before a million different reasons why it is not appropriate to treat life like one big phrat party. "Hey you got big tits" isn't means on which to start any kind of relationship... Seriously now.
I hate this. Now not only do I have to be charming and witty... but helpless and easy as well.
What the fuck.
Whatever happened to the 3 feet of personal space god gives everbody at birth.
"God wants you the fuck out of my bubble, dickhead." It's as simple as that.