Blow Me, Mother Nature
Wow. I'm actually making an entry in this dusty, out-dated ol' l.j. of mine. As of late, l.j. has been like my bastard child, whom I neglect and never feed in the hopes it might die--but here he is, still kickin'. So, I'll give it some love.
This has been such a shitty weekend, beginning w/ an awful day at work Friday (everybody there was having drama w/ somebody else there, and it was like a rendition of Wrestlemania by day's end). Friday night the fam congregated at my sister's place to have birthday cake for mum. It was a very quick "party", which satisfied. Brandon (my 4-days-shy of 4-years-old nephew) came home w/ us to stay for the weekend. He, my mum, mum's bf, and my brother were supposed to go to the City Saturday to see some Christmas show. I had planned on torturing myself by spending the entire day mall-hopping n' Christmas shopping...but...then, the snow started falling and by yesterday morning we were in a Winter Wonderland Fucking Hell Hole.
Stuck in this house w/ my psychotic mother, my crackhead brother, my relentlessly annoying nephew, and 4 hyped-up dogs...with no (good) drugs to be had, I thought of laying outside in my speedo and waiting for hypothermia to set in, or throwing myself in front of a snow plow to end the misery that was my Saturday.
And now 24 hours later, it's still snowing (we must have a foot or more of that shit by now). In a minute here, I will take it upon myself to shovel out our 60-foot-long wraparound driveway just so my mother can take that little brat (Brandon) home. I love the kid to death, but after a weekend of being holed up w/ him, I can say w/ confidence: I will NEVER procreate.
And we're all supposed to meet up at my pop's pad this afternoon to have his birthday party (I hate December--it's nothing but a big cluster-fuck of birthday's and then *pow* Christmas), but considering we had a very ugly argument the other day, I'm not going. The last thing I wanna do is spend the day w/ my pig stepmother and my asshole father.
Can you feel the love?
.d.
This has been such a shitty weekend, beginning w/ an awful day at work Friday (everybody there was having drama w/ somebody else there, and it was like a rendition of Wrestlemania by day's end). Friday night the fam congregated at my sister's place to have birthday cake for mum. It was a very quick "party", which satisfied. Brandon (my 4-days-shy of 4-years-old nephew) came home w/ us to stay for the weekend. He, my mum, mum's bf, and my brother were supposed to go to the City Saturday to see some Christmas show. I had planned on torturing myself by spending the entire day mall-hopping n' Christmas shopping...but...then, the snow started falling and by yesterday morning we were in a Winter Wonderland Fucking Hell Hole.
Stuck in this house w/ my psychotic mother, my crackhead brother, my relentlessly annoying nephew, and 4 hyped-up dogs...with no (good) drugs to be had, I thought of laying outside in my speedo and waiting for hypothermia to set in, or throwing myself in front of a snow plow to end the misery that was my Saturday.
And now 24 hours later, it's still snowing (we must have a foot or more of that shit by now). In a minute here, I will take it upon myself to shovel out our 60-foot-long wraparound driveway just so my mother can take that little brat (Brandon) home. I love the kid to death, but after a weekend of being holed up w/ him, I can say w/ confidence: I will NEVER procreate.
And we're all supposed to meet up at my pop's pad this afternoon to have his birthday party (I hate December--it's nothing but a big cluster-fuck of birthday's and then *pow* Christmas), but considering we had a very ugly argument the other day, I'm not going. The last thing I wanna do is spend the day w/ my pig stepmother and my asshole father.
Can you feel the love?
.d.