Lucky?

I seem to have an awful lot of pet peeves. Right near the top of them are the people who think that everything good that happens to me or anybody else in that matter makes us lucky. Usually it's in conveyed in some stupid pre-teen girl fashion of "Luccckkyyyyyy" or something to that affect, but either way it's always annoyed the fuck out of me. Why? Because I didn't win the God damned lottery, nor did I win a new car. When have I been lucky? When I won a vacation to Montana. That's pretty much the only thing aside from Florida driving not killing me that has required me having good luck in these past few years.

Aside from that, everything that I have done, everywhere I've gone, and everybody that I've met has been a result of my own persistence and hard work. Nothing that I've done has been so spectacular that nobody else couldn't also do it if they were willing to have a job that made them the money to go on said adventure, follow through with actually going on that adventure and then making the best out of the time they spent on that adventure. What makes me 'lucky' compared to all of these other people is that I wake up 6 days a week to tolerate a job that I loathe immeasurably so that I can make money. With that money I pay for my own bills and take whatever is left and plan on going places. I actually follow through with going to those places and am also willing to exert myself so that I'm able to meet cool people or do cool things when I go to these places.

I know it sounds like some sort of asshole rant here of me trying to downplay the cool shit that I do occasionally get to do, but it's not meant to be. I do cool shit because I want to and I work harder than most people for it, not (usually) because it's handed to me. When I am greeted with "You're lucky" by a million people who I'm fairly confident are barely acquaintances much less friends, I'm not sure if I should be insulted that they think my life is so grand that things are handed to me. Going to a concert, doesn't mean that I'm lucky. I had to pay for the ticket, the gas, sometimes the airfare, the food, the hotel or whatever else. It makes me a human being that enjoys going to shows when I'm there, not lucky. Catching a drumstick or something, that can be considered luck at least, although I still had to work to be able to put myself in that position in the first place.

I know there are a lot of counterpoints there that I should consider myself lucky compared to people less fortunate than me. I fully agree with that when it's somebody that is going through rough times, ill, or whatever else and life genuinely sucks. I'll agree when it's somebody who works as hard as they can just to put food on the table. I don't agree when they spend their money on drugs, alcohol and stupid shit instead of whatever they wanted to do that makes me 'lucky'. I definitely don't agree when it's one of these many lazy people between the ages of 16 and 30 that feels this weird sense of entitlement of how others need to provide for them and feel no obligation to take responsibility for themselves and get a God damned job and be some sort of useful member of society. These are the people this rant was aimed at in the first place anyhow. I'm not as lucky as you are lazy. Got it? Good. Enough of bitching about this.

Nigga, Fuck Your Updates

While I'm in a writing mood tonight, I just realized that holy fuck I haven't updated this since December. Luckily for me nothing in my life has really changed. I waited for months for somebody who turned out to be a bundle more than I needed to deal with. I've seen some awesome shows and I have a bigscreen now. Beyond that it's just blah, blah, blah my job sucks, I'm bored with life and kind of lonely my family is batshit insane, blah blah blah. Thankfully the gym opened in March and for the past two months I've been going there almost every other night to pass the time instead of sitting online all of the time. While I enjoy my solitude, I also go fucking insane when I have nothing to do but sleep or sit on the computer while hundreds of my 'friends' lead productive lives on their end. Through my awesome friend Brittany I made a super fucking awesome friend, Kelly who loves my music and my taste in strange, often cheese smothered food. It's nice to have a friend here for the first time since Cynthia moved away. I've also made amends with two of my ex's which now puts me on speaking terms with four of the six at least. I still hope that one dies a slow miserable death however. That's really all there is to say for now.

Christmas Is Over!

I figured since I hadn't updated this since the day after Halloween that updating on the day after Christmas would be pretty fitting. I flew up to NYC two weeks ago for Rammstein which is probably the best concert experience of my life. Everything about the three day weekend and the three shows in it worked out perfectly and the show was nothing short of spectacular. I bought myself a Dean Razorback as well on Tuesday. That's all that's good in life right now. As for Christmas, this is just one of those holidays that is depressing to be alone for I do believe. I'm not talking about being single as much as just being alienated by everybody it seems like. My mom sent me some odds and ends and her old curtains for my sliding glass door on Thursday which was pleasant. Apparently it turned out to be a better gift for Scrambles since he has become obsessed with playing in the curtains. We got off of work at noon on Friday and my boss gave me $100 for a Christmas bonus which I thought was awful white of him. The idiot that I am decided I should get my father something since he is the only 'family' or anything I have anywhere close to me. I picked him up a Zeppelin shirt at the mall on clearance and then a GPS at Radio Shack. So I wrapped the GPS in the shirt and tied up the bag, since I'm not one for wrapping shit, and handed it to him. He had a shocked look on his face and let it sit in the garage for a couple of hours before opening it. I knew he was waiting for the right words to say to me. Later on, he opened it up and figured it out. "I was gonna get you something but since you need so many things I didn't know what to do." Whatever. So I spent the evening with Cynthia watching 'American Psycho' and episodes of Tosh.0 and drinking iced tea flavored beer stuff from 7-11. It was a fairly decent night at least. I slept until 10:30 when my phone was going off with my father wanting to know which Blu-Ray player he should buy himself. So he texted me and was like 'I'm coming to pick you up at 11:30, see you in 40 minutes'. He dragged me all over town to find himself a great deal on a Blu-Ray and movies. Then I got to go back to his place so I could install it, fix the remote in his bedroom and then wire in a new electrical outlet for his washing machine. That was my day. I told him I wanted to go to Goodwill so that we could get out of the house and I could ultimately get taken home. That plan worked and I finally made it home by 6:30. So I spent 7 hours as my father's do bitch on the day after Christmas. How depressing. All of a sudden I miss work. I just don't want to wake up for it. This is the pathetic life I lead. I guess that's pretty much all for now.

Halloween Is Over!

It's funny to hear all of the gummy goths in their dreadfalls and platform boots go on about how Halloween is the greatest holiday ever and how it's 'their' holiday. Because yeah, you don't already dress like a fucking sideshow freak the other 364 days of the year. I guess this is just the day that you get to dress like a bloody nurse or Alice In Wonderland because those are most likely your other two obsessions. Halloween also makes social networking sites uninhabitable for about a month. Ordinary girls look slutty or goth-ish for a few hours and make it their default picture until Christmas which only gets my hopes up when approaching strangers that they aren't as hideous as they really are. Of course with appearance comes the general stereotype to their taste in music and when I see a girl in leather and bondage gear I'm thinking metal/industrial not a prep on Halloween, so I'm always left saddened until normal pictures return. So I'm also 25 now. It was a boring, uneventful and fairly depressing day. I fell asleep at 9 on Saturday night and slept until 11 in the morning to avoid humanity as long as possible. Then I watched football and ate and was entirely too lazy before falling asleep to some classical music at 10. Me going out of my way to visit my father made him feel like a good parent of course. He did nothing for me but make excuses about having no money and tell me how great his woman is. I should have stayed home. Oh well. I woke up to the worst back problem I've had in a couple of years today to boot. I'm sitting here with the heating pad on and loaded up with drugs hoping something will help. I want to die right now from the pain however. Why must everything suck?

Gotta Stop Slacking

Well it's been months since I've updated this apparently. Like two and change to be exact. Holy fuck. Things have been different since then but everybody who knows me knows about this. When the apartment got robbed all of my autographed baseballs and two folders of my cards got missing as well. I'm over that though aside from the distrust I cannot get rid of towards people. I won a vacation to the Crazy Mountains in Montana through Marlboro which should be pretty awesome. I'm going with my best friend in Florida and it's sometime during the first three months of the New Year. Also December 11th is Rammstein in New York City. It should be fun except I don't know anybody who is going aside from a couple of conceited people who I don't want to acquaint myself with. The softball team I spoke of in the last entry never happened because my boss went back on his word for sponsorship money citing how broke he was and then bought a 2500 dollar trailer for his 4 wheelers two days later. D'oh. I met a wonderful girl who is out of reach until February 17th or something but I'm not even going to get into all of that. Scrambles is also apparently a boy and I'm down to 200 pounds for the first time in a decade. That's pretty much all that there is to my life these days. So depressing.

Here We Go!

Alright, it's time for a proper update of this shit! I'm feeling pretty good about life right now after everything retarded lately. I briefly touched on my apartment getting robbed last update but I figure now I'll go into details somewhat. So apparently last Friday somebody came into my apartment between the time Victoria left my apartment to go to lunch with Dan and I and when I got home from work and took a pillowcase off of the spare bed and stole my Playstation 3 and my camera. They didn't touch any of my music stuff thankfully or even my DVD's and games. Actually I think one or two DVD's are missing because the shelf was packed tight and no longer is. But I can't even figure out what movies are missing so it doesn't really bother me that much. Whoever got in had a key or an excellent lock picking set. The only people who have ever had keys to this place are myself, Lexy, Victoria, the landlord and the maintenance guy. But I'm done losing sleep over it. I was pretty upset about it when I figured it out because it felt more like an invasion of privacy than anything else. Sure I miss the PS3 and especially the camera for concerts but it wasn't things with sentimental value that is hard to replace.

Next on the list is that I'm around 215 pounds now. That's pretty monumental for me even though I really wish that I could start eating better again. I've been having people like my boss buy me food a lot lately so it's pretty hard to say no to. Also this brutal heat where the heat index is still 95 at 10 pm kills my jogging the bridge ideas. But if I can stay around 210-220 for another month when the temperatures at night start to come back down I'll be under 200 for Christmas with no problem. I never realized how easy it is for me to lose weight before, although I should have tried sooner. All that I have to do is stay away from all you can eat buffets, Checkers and Sonny's and all is well. Even eating how I haven't wanted to I've either lost a pound or so every week or stayed the same.

I joined a co-ed softball team. I guess that's the next most important thing in my life. It's a 16 game schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm pretty fucking stoked for this. I haven't been in this good of shape playing sports before for one so it makes things better. My boss is sponsoring the team and both Chase and Dan are playing as well. We had our first practice yesterday and I more than impressed myself this time. I have always been one of those people that sells myself short so that I look impressive when I do something right. I call it the small penis concept. If you tell them it's 2 inches when you really have 6 then they're ecstatic. When you tell them you have 10 and have 6, you are just going to piss them off. So that's my mentality on test taking, sports, etc. is to sell myself short and set the bar low for myself in the eyes of others. I haven't played softball or baseball since I was 15 so I figured I'd be a bit rusty. It took me about three swings to get timing back, but I still have incredible bat speed especially now that I have some upper body muscle which I never had growing up. I have no problem getting a softball to deep center or right field now. I used to be a consistent bloop single hitter but I can finally hit for good power which makes me really excited for this season. I am on eastbay.com right now buying cleats because the biggest problem I had with my swing was that I spun myself into the ground with the momentum from my bat. If I can get that momentum to stay in my hips and arms when I make contact with the ball it's fucking on this year. I sound a little bit cocky right now I know. But the competitive dick comes out on me when I'm actually good at something and look forward to playing. I really regret giving up on sports when I was younger but North Carolina didn't offer anything in the way of organization outside of the school. And the only way I would have played on the teams there was if I could beat the piss out of everyone on the team first.

Lastly, I started writing music reviews and that kind of stuff on http://braingell.com It's an excellent internet radio station with music news and all on the site and figured that I could use my extra free time and share my thoughts with the world and hope that one day something might come of it. I really wish I could do something musical with my life instead of what I do now, so one can pray.

I guess I have finally learned that it's time to make myself happy and to stop worrying about other people. Most of the girls I meet are whores with agendas and lots of skeletons put simply and I'm tired of putting faith into them to make me happy because that's just silly. Kady is the only friend that I even have left out of my ex's because at least we're on the same wavelength as human beings unlike the fucktards I've dated other than her. So I guess that I need more time for me and self improvement and with that will come happiness in other ways.

I know this is the most 'personal' blog that I've posted on here before for which I apologize. I'm usually all serious business or serious racist prick on here but I figured a legitimate update on both here and livejournal is long long overdue. I feel like I've alienated too many people in 2010 which I feel like a dick for doing. So that's all for now.

When Life Hands You Lemons, Pour The Juice In Somebody's Eyes.

So life has been a bitch lately I suppose. I'm tired of trying to cure everyone else's problems but not my own. My apartment got broken into Friday and I'm just sore and tired. I'm not going to go into details because if I had to guess the culprit is somebody who knows me and would feel like they won. Whatever I guess. Shit is all retarded like Justin Long would say in Idiocracy.

Promptness Is Overrated

I should have updated this weeks ago. I don't even have a good excuse as to why I didn't other than the severe case of A.D.D. that I've magically developed living on my own. Unless it's urgent shit can always wait or else I find ten other things to do instead. It's pretty unhealthy. I think it's because I've stopped exercising like I was because of this fucking heat. I've also been working entirely too much at work getting moved to our new location so I've been too tired to do anything but take a nap or sit online for a few hours. I miss having weekends off more than I can tell you. I also miss meeting sane, normal people. It seems like the older people get, the more baggage that comes with them and the more you have to be willing to put up with. When I was young it was the attention whore girls and potheads that were most common and now it's everything from crystal meth addicts, former prostitutes, three unwanted kids to felons. Of course they're extreme cases which I've seen all of now when usually it's just girls who still can't figure out what love is and run away from the people who care about them to see that the grass really isn't greener when they talk to me and run back a short time later. But I'm not here to rant about being miserable or anything I assure you. Things are okay aside from not having hope in people. I don't expect that to ever change. I'm just saying holy fuck everyone has issues now. One thing that has irked me lately is how I can talk to somebody on a Wednesday and they have no job, no boyfriend etc. and then by Friday that's all completely changed. And every week it's something drastic with them too. Is everyone's life this busy and 'meaningful' now? Or do most people online just patronize me with simple emotes and abbreviations and when I finally get them out of their shell the truth comes out?

In other news, I'm still probably better off alone and my apartment is finally fully furnished. The concert season is starting to heat back up as well which means I won't have shit for money for a while. It is nice to only have to worry about myself aside from my phone bill. My father is still annoying and won't give up the imaginary girlfriend thing again but this time it just seems creepier than usual and I can't put my finger on why. I suppose I'm going to go to Cynthia's parents' house now and get my camera back since I kind of left it in her car the other day. I guess that's all for now. Actually I'm falling asleep with my hand on the keyboard too. Go me.

It Only Took A Month

I promised I'd update this more but I go right on and break my promise. God I'm such an asshole and a bad person. Ask everyone that knows me. So not too much has changed really. I've got all of my stuff up in the apartment. It's even more tactful than last time. I know people will still think I'm immature and all of that shit but oh well. The Scorpions put on a great show Saturday night. I definitely would have kicked myself forever if I missed that show. I also bought Aerosmith tickets so it's going to be a grand month coming up. Hell I don't even feel like typing in this anymore. My mind is going a million miles an hour like there's still a bunch of shit that I need to get done tonight. I'm going to call and find out about getting Lasik soon though however. I've gotta buy contacts and glasses soon which will be around $700 so I see it as pointless to spend all of that money and then keep blowing $200 every six months on contacts. Not to mention how much easier it'll make my job not having to worry about contacts or glasses. We shall see though I suppose.

Blogs From An Asshole

I figured it's time to update this thing some more. Maybe weekly is more realistic than daily for me after I lost interest in it the first time. It's been a very boring yet peaceful past week. I've been exercising a bit and I'm down to the 220 mark now. I've gotten way too hard on myself about what I eat now because I haven't wanted to cook at home lately. Not to mention the power went out in the kitchen wall outlets. I feel like 200 pounds will be a stretch and a major pain in the ass. I'm tired of being so fucking bored for sure. I don't have jack shit for friends around here anymore so my life consists mostly of looking for people to talk to online again like it used to. I realized that way too many people have kids now. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate kids by any means, I just don't give two shits about anybody else's. I got a nice three tier computer desk at Goodwill last week for $33 and a computer chair from work so I have the desktop set up which means I now have music in the apartment. So if anybody else notices that my last.fm playcount has been going through the roof, that would be why. When I have nothing else in life I always have metal. That's one of those things I can't get people who aren't as passionate about music as me to understand. It's the one thing that never bails on me and can actually capture the emotions that I'm feeling. If you find it dark, depressing, stupid, etc. then you are too sheltered, spoiled or ignorant to comprehend the feeling being conveyed in the songs. I guess that for now I'll work on finding somebody to annoy for a while but I'll probably fail at that too. I should eat something too but my stomach is cramping like hell. And I love how I can type this whole thing up in the duration of one Opeth song.

Awkward Age

Well there's a lot to tell since the last entry on here. Things are quite different. Firstly, I am down from 257 pounds to 220-225. Secondly, I am single. Lexy and I were two totally different people no matter how much we tried to tell ourselves otherwise. I'm more of a homebody that likes having one person to call my own and I'm a little bit too jealous about other guys trying to work their way into the picture. She tried her hardest to get me to 'grow up' by telling me I can't put my stuff on the walls if I want to be mature and can't watch things like Family Guy or The Soup because it's for two year olds. Anyone who knows me well though knows that not taking myself or anything unimportant too seriously is what makes me who I am. I want to be able to make a joke at someone's expense or laugh at something stupid or make a poop joke because that's the person that I am. You die too quickly when you spend your entire life with a stick lodged up your ass worrying about what others think of you. When people see me I want them to think I'm intelligent enough to know right from wrong but still goofy and outgoing enough to be a fun person that you don't get tired of being around in fifteen minutes. I don't have the luxury of letting my wallet or appearance determine my fate with friends or women so I don't want to have to change that part of me anytime soon. Also it started wearing on me that most of the people that I called friends were no longer there because I had to sacrifice them to be in the relationship. There are a few people that I needed to get rid of and I'm glad that they're gone but there are some great people that got neglected for no reason other than selfishness.

But here's what I originally wanted to rant about. I need to look for certain things in girls but I am at a very weird age when it comes to dating I realized. Being 24 and a half years old means that I want a girl between 21 and 25 ideally but most people at this age are still in limbo about life. Odds are they're too young to have a 'career' unless it's at Pet Supermarket as a cashier. But then a lot of them are also in college for however much longer and I'm not selfish enough to want somebody to alter their life to be with me. And then aside from the ones who go to school or the ones who work at shitty jobs there is the muddled middle of girls who have no aim or goals in life aside from the next party which I don't need anymore of. When an adult still talks about being 30 different things when they 'grow up' it's not a good sign. I do feel like I can do better than supporting someone who will jump from classified ad to monster.com for the next 40 years trying to find their calling. So with all of that indecision leaves me with a mess. It's nearly impossible to find an attractive girl who isn't repulsed by me or my music here as it is. But then I am faced with finding somebody who has their shit together as well. Hopefully they're out of college or at least in college somewhere close to here and they need to not have kids. Sometimes it seems like the proverbial needle in the haystack thing to me and that's why I feel like sometimes I just settle for the best that I can get because I'm tired of looking. Oh and if anybody remembers this exists to read it, don't think I'm making jabs or hitting below the belt here. I'm making generalized statements here. I mean even of my friends, a lot of them are too consumed with school far away or are just along for the ride of life to be useful when it comes to relationships. All I'm saying is that it's difficult to me until I hit about 27 or 28 when women are hopefully decided on their lives by that age. Of course by then I'll have to deal with who has kids or psycho ex husbands but that's a problem for later.

So There's This Story That I'm Tired Of Telling

Well first off, I apologize for not being better about this but I have no internet because I have finally moved. So the saga begins on Tuesday of last week. I was having three weeks of migraines and pain in my head so I decided to visit the hospital. They did a CT scan and told me that I had a headache and to go home. So I did nothing about it, however I started blacking out and the pain became so bad I couldn't function when it hit me. I checked myself into the hospital on Friday night with Lexy and they did all of the tests on me and kept me until 3 the next day. They found a low heart rate and nicotine in my system as if I were a heavy smoker. They also found my sinuses swollen to the point of hitting my brain which apparently is also caused by the cigarette smoke. Apparently my father was told of this issue 20 years ago and he just chose to neglect it so that he could smoke in the house and not have to walk his lazy ass outside or crack a window. So after a couple of days in the hospital and missing a concert in Orlando I still had a hotel booked for Saturday night up there. So I decided that Lexy and I should go to dinner and a club together anyhow since it's not strenuous or anything and it will get me away from the house. My father flipped the fuck out over it. He texted some very nasty things about staying gone and finding somebody else to pay my rent. So I found an apartment on craigslist before I left the hotel and he let us sign a lease and move in on the same day. My friends Dan, Dawn and Bernie all brought their vehicles over and we came in and took all of my shit while my father sat there eating Chinese food. The look on his face of confusion and anger was absolutely priceless. He's barely spoken to me in the two weeks since and things are finally feeling normal. I love the new place and especially the pool there. I'm going to go back to work now. There's plenty more to tell about things at a later date.

New York City

Alright, so I'm home from New York now and I must say what a trip. I spent entirely too much money but I can safely say it was well worth it. Lexy and I left my house at 4 in the morning figuring that's plenty of time to get to West Palm Beach and get on our plane. So we get there at 5:15 and wait ten minutes for a shuttle ride and by 5:35 we are there and there is about 300 people standing there waiting for all of two people to check boarding passes and ID's. Our plane is boarding at 5:45 and leaving at 6:15 and we get to the terminal by 6:05. There is no seat number on our tickets though so I'm worried as hell. We get there and they've oversold the flight and it's already full. We are there with about six other people without a flight. So I'm freaking out of course thinking what a horrible start to a trip this is going to be. After about twenty minutes of hearing my options the employee for US Airways tells us we can fly into Charlotte and leave at 6:40 and then go to Philadelphia and be there by 11 instead of our original target of 9. They also sweetened the pot by giving us each $275 travel vouchers for our inconvenience which will buy her birthday trip to either New Orleans or Vegas this summer so it worked out well. We get to Thrifty and our Fusion is gone but we get a newer Dodge Caravan which didn't bother me since I've driven a million of those anyhow. We have an uneventful drive to New York City aside from me accidentally getting sidetracked and taking an exit in Philadelphia while babbling about Kevin Spacey. Oh wait, I also couldn't find a road in New Jersey on my way to the Lincoln Tunnel because apparently a road was missing a pretty important street sign. We got there at about 3 in the afternoon and hunted down a Wachovia over on Broadway and then parked and walked to the Hudson Bay Eatery which was a delicious place and fairly priced I might add. We stood in line for about three hours and it was actually really nice not running into people that I knew at a show for once. We got on the rail on the far right side and of course I realized that I forgot my camera. I got a few pictures with Lexy's camera but it was better than nothing at least. The show itself was absolutely amazing getting three hours of my favorite metal band with no filler or bullshit. The crowd was even tame aside from a random crowd surfer or a small pit because it takes a real poser to mosh to progressive metal. We got right out of New York City without hitting any traffic which was pretty awesome and went to my mom's and saw her for a bit today before flying back rather uneventfully. People definitely bitch about driving in New York City too much as if it's some huge event and I definitely have to disagree unless you're afraid of changing lanes. I had no problems in the city and thought at times it was even better organized than Orlando. I just think that the pedestrians have this sense of entitlement that needs to be wiped off of their face by running them over with a soccer mom van. At almost every light somebody walked out in front of me thinking that they hold priority over a car even if they don't have the signal. I have no regrets about my short vacation with an amazing girl and an amazing band. It was nice being with somebody who was grateful and won't tell me later that they only went to make me happy. So that's all. Time for bed.

The Streak Is Dead

Well I had went over 200 days without missing a day even if the updates were stupid as shit. I just went about 13 days without an update of any kind. Most people would just hope that I was dead but much to your dismay, it didn't happen. My back has gone completely numb from the pain tonight and I feel like dying. No, I'm not being pessimistic or anything else, I just feel that awful. I got home at 5 and I washed the dogs, filled three holes in the walls, painted the inside of the house, cleaned my bathroom and the rest of the house and then swept and mopped and it is finally over. I also made dickhead more business cards so that he can feel important to somebody somewhere. I get to sit 6 and a half hours later and he's pissed off that I didn't wash his bath mats. He's asking me about buying tickets to a Yankees game and 'what's the scoop' on Lexy and I don't even know what to tell him about the second one. I feel like a moron every time he brings it up because he talks about us like we're any old normal couple who is ready to move out and have a family any day now but I can't sit down and tell him what's really going on or not going on without looking like and once again being called an asshole. I broke another windshield in my truck this morning as well when what looked like a bolt came off of a semi truck and hit my windshield. My job is still awesome but I've lost the motivation to wake up everyday to go in or else I'd be fine. I feel like I know that I'm doing things terribly wrong in life but my heart keeps telling me that it'll all work out for the best but my brain knows better. Oh, Dan, Chase and I all attempted and defeated a burger challenge at a Cafe here by eating a 2.5 pound burger with a pound of fries. It's sad when it's the thing that I can be most proud of right now. I need answers to my questions before I lose my mind.

Blah Blah Blog

I totally don't feel like writing this tonight. I'm taking a night off. I had a good day though. Lonnie sent me home at 3 since we were so dead after kicking ass this morning. It was nice to get out a little early after working so late so much these past few weeks. I hit the mall and then Kelly's with Patricia and Lexy who came back up to hang out. Now it's time for a movie and beer.