Well there is a small ray of hope that lies somewhere near the end of all this bull shit. Aside from praying/wishing on what ever long forgotten demi-god hears my pleas that my dad will shut the hell up and stop telling me todo what i'm already doing, my attorney scored big "I could jump up and cover you in giant sloopy wet kisses" points. Where as before it was written in stone that I serve out my sentance in milwaukee, they might over turn that, and make me serve it out in Battle Creek. First of all I have school/work release granted i was previously engaged in said activites before my sentance came down from on high; and theres no way i could serve that if I was in milwaukee (so that condition of my probation would be wasted). Second I'm also to continue under going my anger management class (or as I call getho emotions, where we learn all about the joys of not punching someone when "dey be dispecting u!" THe way that works is you pay 20$ a session (to teach you accountablitity i suppose), and if you miss more than 3 classes you may either go to jail, or start over again but more likely its a combonation.
What really gets me is this. I have to attend a parenting class. Ok fair enough. But wait...i don't have any kids, nor am I alloud near anyone under the age of 16, and i can't date women with children without prior court approval. And any odds of me reproducing thank god have been officaly wiped seeing as this event has made me both sterile, and pressure has caused my eyes todo this permanant bugeyed thing where the push past my once cute and charming boyish sockets, almost like i was being chocked to death by a neck tie. Thus making my hopes of ever kissing a girl whom i haven't rented for the hour null invoid. SO remind me again why i have to undergo parenting classes? Perhaps the answer to this mystery lies in actully attending the classes. Man i love the fact that i can't spell.
What really gets me is this. I have to attend a parenting class. Ok fair enough. But wait...i don't have any kids, nor am I alloud near anyone under the age of 16, and i can't date women with children without prior court approval. And any odds of me reproducing thank god have been officaly wiped seeing as this event has made me both sterile, and pressure has caused my eyes todo this permanant bugeyed thing where the push past my once cute and charming boyish sockets, almost like i was being chocked to death by a neck tie. Thus making my hopes of ever kissing a girl whom i haven't rented for the hour null invoid. SO remind me again why i have to undergo parenting classes? Perhaps the answer to this mystery lies in actully attending the classes. Man i love the fact that i can't spell.