it has been a busy weekend. that's for fucking sure.
it started with me not knowing where to find my daughter, roundabouts 3pm on friday. she was supposed to be dropped off to me at one, but never showed. i figured i might as well head out to my dad's place, and check there...sure enough, there she was. no one knew that's where she was going to be, even my 'rents. they were less than excited. you see, they couldn't be bothered by that kind of shit - they were putting a wedding reception together for saturday.
as for the party, it was pretty good. plenty of good food (that i missed out on, because baby eats first - and took all my time up. ah well.) there were a shit ton of people i didn't know, and didn't care to know... but the best part was that i snagged two nice big, fresh, shiny bottles of booze. some bacardi superior and skyy. hells yeah. that's fucking punk rock. now...time to drink up.
yeah, so there's this fucking storm like...circling itself just west of here, and another to the north, and a bunch to the east.... i think they're supposed to converge exactly above my apartment for a week. this could be interesting. very interesting indeed.
so, i've got a date tonight. the florist from the party. horray. afterwards, i gotta find a place to go so that i'm not home tonight. i'm not about to deal with sasha and chris. i'm too fucking pissed at them. simple things...simple things... they can't even clean up after themselves. this is the point where i put on my big boots and kiss those two goodbye.
so, chillin at the campus coffee shop...i love the setup here. a row of free internet computers (horray!), a stage complete with lights and instruments, art out the ass on the walls...and a nice little fish tank. it's pretty...homelike.
alright, i gotta fuckin bounce. class is starting eventually, my ass is numb from this god forsaken chair...and i want some chocolate milk.
it started with me not knowing where to find my daughter, roundabouts 3pm on friday. she was supposed to be dropped off to me at one, but never showed. i figured i might as well head out to my dad's place, and check there...sure enough, there she was. no one knew that's where she was going to be, even my 'rents. they were less than excited. you see, they couldn't be bothered by that kind of shit - they were putting a wedding reception together for saturday.
as for the party, it was pretty good. plenty of good food (that i missed out on, because baby eats first - and took all my time up. ah well.) there were a shit ton of people i didn't know, and didn't care to know... but the best part was that i snagged two nice big, fresh, shiny bottles of booze. some bacardi superior and skyy. hells yeah. that's fucking punk rock. now...time to drink up.
yeah, so there's this fucking storm like...circling itself just west of here, and another to the north, and a bunch to the east.... i think they're supposed to converge exactly above my apartment for a week. this could be interesting. very interesting indeed.
so, i've got a date tonight. the florist from the party. horray. afterwards, i gotta find a place to go so that i'm not home tonight. i'm not about to deal with sasha and chris. i'm too fucking pissed at them. simple things...simple things... they can't even clean up after themselves. this is the point where i put on my big boots and kiss those two goodbye.
so, chillin at the campus coffee shop...i love the setup here. a row of free internet computers (horray!), a stage complete with lights and instruments, art out the ass on the walls...and a nice little fish tank. it's pretty...homelike.
alright, i gotta fuckin bounce. class is starting eventually, my ass is numb from this god forsaken chair...and i want some chocolate milk.