neodrunk

I hate holiday's, and in particular religious holiday's. I have too many "religious fanatics" in my family, and I would like to bitch slap every last one of them. Their jaws drop when I say I'm, for all practical purposes, agnotstic.

I dropped off my famous naked roomate, Phil, at the airport for his Vegas trip. Since we strategically left early, we had time to stop at a bar along the way. We were there for a little over an hour... Phil was already half in the bag when we left. Thank god I limited myself to my usual Gandhi shot, and that's all. On the way home I stopped at another bar by myself just because I didn't want to go home.

My folks live a couple two three hours up north, so frequently on trips back down to the tc's I'll put them up for the night. They so easily wear on me. I don't mind visiting them, but them visiting me seems to not bode well in my book. They annoy me... I don't like them in my world. I love them to death as parents, friends, and business partners but just can't deal with them otherwise. Maybe I just have a parental overdose???

Hope others could get shitty if they wanted to... lord knows I couldn't do that tonight, or risk having another "talk" with my folks. BORE-RING!