Happy Happy Saturday!
So Reekie and I are broke again. Lamesauce. She's been working constantly, and it seems as if I'm home alone more often than when she wasn't even living here. Exageration, yes. Who cares? Sure, we'll be able to move out sooner, but it still makes my heart sad.
The funeral was ok at best. It broke my heart to be there. Chelsea and Thomas had beautiful, glossy, fancy coffins and Mike's was a wood-finish. It looked so fake, so hopeless. Chelsea and Thomas both had gorgeous flower arrangements on top, with Son & Brother and Sister & Daughter plaques. Mike had a small handful of 6 roses, and his high school football jersey. I was so hurt to see it. The first half of the funeral was spent hearing the names of every fucking relative they had, then talking a little bit about who they are and how they lived their life. After a short prayer, the preacher spent TWENTY minutes talking about how you need to take this tragedy and use it to find Jesus and accept him into your life/heart/soul. I give a preacher the OK with MENTIONING using a death to find religion, can't shoot a man for trying. BUT do we really need to spend the entire second half of the funeral hearing you blunder and babble on about the young people needing to accept Jesus? NO! Not to mention the fact that the preacher forgot Mike's name. ugh. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Last night I managed to eat 5 Blazin' Wings from BWW in under a minute, no ranch. Woot. I know it's not 12, BUT the aftermath of 5 made me cry, drink all the milk, chug a beer, and eventually yell out loud. FUCK that shit's hot. The night ended with Passion Fruit Vodka Lemonade......yum.
So last night an old friend bought me a ticket to go to TX to see him. It's been two years since I've seen him and I had too much tequila in my system. I can't say I'm not nervous about my body, after liking him for so long. He's a huge sweetheart, I tried to date him in highschool but he told me "he was worried about how his friends would react" fucked up, right? But after that, we've both messed up and always liked each other at the wrong time. So yeah, it's a little more than a vacation. But he's offered to take me out, go clubbing, take me to Sea World, and I just can't wait! I need new panties, that's for sure. Hahaha. A probably a new shirt or two. A good reason to shop right? And I don't leave for 13 days, and I already want to start packing. I'm very giddy about this trip. Poor Reekie is heading back into Iowa and I was hoping to join her for the trip to see Anaconda Dan again. =/ Fuck.
Anyways. I need to do SOMETHING today. Not sure what, but it can't be found in my blog.
Hope all is well, heading into Omaha soon please? Reekie and I need to go out tonight!
XOXO
So Reekie and I are broke again. Lamesauce. She's been working constantly, and it seems as if I'm home alone more often than when she wasn't even living here. Exageration, yes. Who cares? Sure, we'll be able to move out sooner, but it still makes my heart sad.
The funeral was ok at best. It broke my heart to be there. Chelsea and Thomas had beautiful, glossy, fancy coffins and Mike's was a wood-finish. It looked so fake, so hopeless. Chelsea and Thomas both had gorgeous flower arrangements on top, with Son & Brother and Sister & Daughter plaques. Mike had a small handful of 6 roses, and his high school football jersey. I was so hurt to see it. The first half of the funeral was spent hearing the names of every fucking relative they had, then talking a little bit about who they are and how they lived their life. After a short prayer, the preacher spent TWENTY minutes talking about how you need to take this tragedy and use it to find Jesus and accept him into your life/heart/soul. I give a preacher the OK with MENTIONING using a death to find religion, can't shoot a man for trying. BUT do we really need to spend the entire second half of the funeral hearing you blunder and babble on about the young people needing to accept Jesus? NO! Not to mention the fact that the preacher forgot Mike's name. ugh. I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Last night I managed to eat 5 Blazin' Wings from BWW in under a minute, no ranch. Woot. I know it's not 12, BUT the aftermath of 5 made me cry, drink all the milk, chug a beer, and eventually yell out loud. FUCK that shit's hot. The night ended with Passion Fruit Vodka Lemonade......yum.
So last night an old friend bought me a ticket to go to TX to see him. It's been two years since I've seen him and I had too much tequila in my system. I can't say I'm not nervous about my body, after liking him for so long. He's a huge sweetheart, I tried to date him in highschool but he told me "he was worried about how his friends would react" fucked up, right? But after that, we've both messed up and always liked each other at the wrong time. So yeah, it's a little more than a vacation. But he's offered to take me out, go clubbing, take me to Sea World, and I just can't wait! I need new panties, that's for sure. Hahaha. A probably a new shirt or two. A good reason to shop right? And I don't leave for 13 days, and I already want to start packing. I'm very giddy about this trip. Poor Reekie is heading back into Iowa and I was hoping to join her for the trip to see Anaconda Dan again. =/ Fuck.
Anyways. I need to do SOMETHING today. Not sure what, but it can't be found in my blog.
Hope all is well, heading into Omaha soon please? Reekie and I need to go out tonight!
XOXO
amarillo:
whenever ya'll come to omaha, lemme know! we'll chill.