Lazy Day

Well the house is quiet again. By quiet I mean my father is washing his truck yet again so people will pay attention to him and he will have something to talk about for the rest of the day. He also mowed the lawn so he will be in full martyr mode for the rest of the day. The house smells wonderfully like bleach at the moment so it doesn't smell like dog piss or anything else. I listened to my father talk to the dogs all morning about how they got the house back to themselves and how much happier they were over it. Of course anyone who knows my dogs knows they love nothing more than new people to pet them. We also went to Ihop to send Dustan off this morning for his drive home. The service sucked because it was all fat old slobs wearing football jerseys that didn't care about their jobs it seemed. We then went to Walmart and I had to listen to the stories about how amazing of a host he was for Dustan and Cynthia and how many hundreds of dollars he spent on pot while they were here so he could pretend to be cool. He went on about how great of a friend he must be to let them shack up and fuck in our guest bedroom as if it really mattered or bothered him if there were two people or one in the bed that I bought just so they could do that. He proceeded to bitch about how little money he had to go two weeks and how he'd lend me money in two weeks which I will not accept. His money lending techniques are obvious traps to guilt me into doing things for him. Oh he was also deeply OFFENDED by the muffler on Dustans car. He begged me to agree with him repeatedly over the past week about how awful it was and how it took away from the car etc. Of course he thinks his Mexican wannabe truck is the coolest thing ever made and there are no flaws with it. He also attempted to out-cool this Luke fellow last night by bragging about how he spends 2-300 dollars a week on weed. Seriously, when the fuck has that ever been something to brag about? Escape just looks sweeter and sweeter everyday right now.