So I'm in Florida. WHAT A LONG ASS DRIVE!@# My dad is doin great, so no worries. It's been 5 days after having a triple bypass and he's up and about already. He'll be fine. I can stop worrying myself half to death. Now if I could just get him to quit smoking fucking cigars! 
We spent the day with each other, so that was pretty cool. I went to his doctor's appointment with him this morning, then we went out to lunch at HOOTERS! Yes, Hooters. That was pretty fuckin' funny. I swear everytime I'm here and we go out somewhere people automatically assume I'm his wife. GAH!! NO lady with the gigantor "tittas." IT'S MY DAMN DAD!
Ooo. Text message. (George, you suck.) lolol
Anywaysss! After lunch and a nice lil' walk down the boardwalk we went back to his and my grampa's place. I really enjoyed the ride home though because he was bobbing his head to my music, then asked who it was that we were listening to. Aw. Pops likes my music.
So I burned him a copy of Death From Above 1979 - You're A Woman, I'm A Machine. AWESOME! I love how we're getting closer as I get older.
And now that I've only been here for a day...I drive my Texan self back to where I "belong". HOME! YEHAW!!
Oh, and another thing. Truckers kinda scare me. I'm in a car so when they drive past me they can see everything I'm doing. This one guy in particular kept driving right along side of me on the way here for like...20 minutes. JUST STARING. Everytime I would look in his direction he'd turn his head like he wasn't looking. WTF MAN! Ya weird old bastard. He was probably jerking his shit. Ugh.
We spent the day with each other, so that was pretty cool. I went to his doctor's appointment with him this morning, then we went out to lunch at HOOTERS! Yes, Hooters. That was pretty fuckin' funny. I swear everytime I'm here and we go out somewhere people automatically assume I'm his wife. GAH!! NO lady with the gigantor "tittas." IT'S MY DAMN DAD!
Ooo. Text message. (George, you suck.) lolol
Anywaysss! After lunch and a nice lil' walk down the boardwalk we went back to his and my grampa's place. I really enjoyed the ride home though because he was bobbing his head to my music, then asked who it was that we were listening to. Aw. Pops likes my music.
So I burned him a copy of Death From Above 1979 - You're A Woman, I'm A Machine. AWESOME! I love how we're getting closer as I get older.
And now that I've only been here for a day...I drive my Texan self back to where I "belong". HOME! YEHAW!!
Oh, and another thing. Truckers kinda scare me. I'm in a car so when they drive past me they can see everything I'm doing. This one guy in particular kept driving right along side of me on the way here for like...20 minutes. JUST STARING. Everytime I would look in his direction he'd turn his head like he wasn't looking. WTF MAN! Ya weird old bastard. He was probably jerking his shit. Ugh.
vulvatron:
I jerk my shit when I stare at you Krystal. It just happens, don't blame the victims, quit being a perpetrator. Orrr something.