Back To Pooping

Well my Redskins embarrassed themselves for opening week. Horray. I am sitting here taking my evening dump since we had steak for dinner and I ate entirely way too much today. I think my father intentionally over feeds people so they can be fat and miserable like him. I have every suspicion that I will lose 30 or 40 pounds within the first six months of not living with him. Cynthia and Dustan are still here and my father still hasn't stopped speaking to them yet. He's annoying as all hell of course kind of like my dogs barking at nothing. I'm sitting here taking a shit and it's the most peace and quiet I've had all day. Somehow every conversation my father has goes into bands that he doesn't know anything about but bragging about how awesome they are and what good friends they are. I think the first step in a friendship is that the band member actually remembers your name. But maybe it's just me or something. I'm two days away from Motorhead at least which will be amazing again. The concert schedule is going to be very busy in the next 60 days and while it will be very good it will also be very expensive. I hear my phone getting text messages and I'm not done yet so I cannot wipe my ass. And God I hate the burning feeling of a lingerer that won't just fall in the bowl. Okay. I'm out.