15 Minute Blog: This Weekend
Okay, here is an overview of this weekend. . .
Tom and I went to go visit an old friend of ours (she is actually our age, but the reason why I say old is because it was probably this time last year when we hung out.)
Her ex is the reason why I didn't visit her so much. I couldn't stand that wanna-be-alfa-dog overly agressive piece of shit. . . He was mean, rude, and thought he could control our friend. (I really try to the positive in people, but he pushed all of her friends away, and he smoothered her true personality. If there was one positive thing that would be that he was a good provider for his own kids. . . However since his kids are almost in their teens, they want to be with friends and not their father and now he is offended that he wants to completely drop them or so our friend told us.)
She had a few guy friends over this weekend, we drank a little (I had a Hard Lemonade), and play Phase 10. . . we were rolling the whole night. . . I don't know what was funnier two guys disses each other to get to a girl who has only been single a week, or the fact that she was adding wood to both flames . . .
There was drama at her house, but that is something that is not new. She strives in drama and chaos, which I completely understand: as do I.
There was drama with me, but that is only because I was trying to be caring and call my mom and see what was new. (I wish I could miss my grandma, but I am too stressed from the situation she left us in.) My mom is really stuck in a fucked place, because she is really understanding how much in debt my grandma has them in. (The reason why them and not us, because I feel I have to step away, because I cannot do anything fianically. I am so broke myself that I cannot pay the bills that I owe.)
I knew women could bitch, but it was interesting to watch men bitch out.
So how my lawyer, from this previous case I was in, found my boyfriend's apartment and is sending me letters at my boyfriend' apartment. I visit my boyfriend. I am not his lease, and I don't him to get into trouble for my mail.
I also ruined my boyfriend's chili today, so I am really bummed. He told me to add water, but I realize that slow cookers don't boiled the food fast like a regular stove top would, and it turned out very watery. (He hates his soups and chilis water. . . he likes it chunky.)
Karma, what the hell did I do for all of this negativity?
The good news is that the Saints won the Superbowl, and there were some really good parts to the game.