Is there even any point in updating a journal when all you do is IRC whore with your every free moment?
I got to go have fun with the Christian coalition today. Had to go with the fam to get my truck sorted out ($1300 for all body and mechanical repairs, unless salvage will give me half a Honda I'd say this is my best bet), and stayed for some free food and a quick buck to be made cleaning the house. Mom was impressed with my mad cleaning skills. I told her the reason was two-fold. One: I see tiny imperfections in my own space, and this translates well into cleaning other peoples' houses. Like that damned hard water problem she has. Two: Guess what first-year apprentices spend a shit load of time doing?
Ended up going to a friend's house for dinner. Italian. Alan is quite a cook. Makes me envy him, what with my pretzels and/or pizza rolls and cola diet. (We're eating a little better, I swear!)
Josh turns 18 very soon. I may have to miss all the festivities if I get this job. (Getting OFF at the Med Center at 1:30? They'll all be asleep!) It's gonna suck, but you have to sacrifice to get the necessary cash.
Chris... was less than impressed with my brother's ironic bigotry. I can't just say racism because he covered all the bases. At least the little bastard thinks he's being ironic. See, I need to tell him (and he'll never listen to me, he'll just call me a flaming homosexual because he's cool like that, the ignorant shit) that there is a difference between ironic racism in front of well-off suburban black kids, and ironic racism in front of honest-to-God ghetto-hardened black men. He'll have to learn to accept responsibility for his actions instead of the usual silver spoon in the mouth, and I hope his first lesson doesn't land him in intensive care.
Sigh. Times are tough.
I got to go have fun with the Christian coalition today. Had to go with the fam to get my truck sorted out ($1300 for all body and mechanical repairs, unless salvage will give me half a Honda I'd say this is my best bet), and stayed for some free food and a quick buck to be made cleaning the house. Mom was impressed with my mad cleaning skills. I told her the reason was two-fold. One: I see tiny imperfections in my own space, and this translates well into cleaning other peoples' houses. Like that damned hard water problem she has. Two: Guess what first-year apprentices spend a shit load of time doing?
Ended up going to a friend's house for dinner. Italian. Alan is quite a cook. Makes me envy him, what with my pretzels and/or pizza rolls and cola diet. (We're eating a little better, I swear!)
Josh turns 18 very soon. I may have to miss all the festivities if I get this job. (Getting OFF at the Med Center at 1:30? They'll all be asleep!) It's gonna suck, but you have to sacrifice to get the necessary cash.
Chris... was less than impressed with my brother's ironic bigotry. I can't just say racism because he covered all the bases. At least the little bastard thinks he's being ironic. See, I need to tell him (and he'll never listen to me, he'll just call me a flaming homosexual because he's cool like that, the ignorant shit) that there is a difference between ironic racism in front of well-off suburban black kids, and ironic racism in front of honest-to-God ghetto-hardened black men. He'll have to learn to accept responsibility for his actions instead of the usual silver spoon in the mouth, and I hope his first lesson doesn't land him in intensive care.
Sigh. Times are tough.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
lokischild:
happy birthday to your ironically bigotted brother....you old fart! bwahahahaha!
happy birthday to your ironically bigotted brother....you old fart! bwahahahaha!
edenkitty:
ok... you are so my hero. Did you really just use the TAT guys line? Nice. Super nice.