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-thursday-

- payday. YEAH!
- got off work, and went to sd. on the drive my sis called to say her water broke and she was going to the hospital, so she'll prolly have her new baby soon.


then one of my friends called to say she got her abortion today. isn't that ironic.
and then i was in sd, hanging out with aubs and her kids. little kids are cool.

we ate spaghetti for dinner, and talked to chris in so carolina. then we watched The Prestige. It was so different the second time, it has way more stuff going on. it rocked.
then i drove home, smoked a cigar, and stopped at my moms, played some final fantasy with my brothers.

-friday-
- work sucked.
my sister had her baby in the morning. i have a nephew now.
well, at work, geran decided he wanted to go to mexico. when he decided, who knows, but he came to work in the morning to get paid, then later called tara to ask her to work his shift and she said yes, then her mom gave her stuff to do and told her she can't work today, but by then geran was in san diego and said he couldn't get back in time to work. he never actually called me to say he wasn't working so he was still scheduled. i made plans with my bro+sis' +grandma to take them to long beach to see my sis in the hospital so i couldn't stay, so i told my boss he had to work and so he came in and is mad at me cause he cancelled his weekend plans to take his wife to vegas, and gave me a ration of shit for not staying, and complained about tara not working, but holds geran to no accountability whatsoever. fucking asshole. if i hadn't lent red my car and had my keys i would have given my boss his keys right there and quit again. but whatever, i'm just gona get another job and when i have one quit there.
and before he came in i took a break, like 2 5 minute breaks in a half an hour (and i never take any breaks) and his brother calls him to say i'm not there, and after all day nobody stopping at the cart suddenly "there is a line of customers". so i go in and there are 2 people, together, there. then when i go outside again he calls and tells me there's a line of customers again, so i go back in after like 3 minutes and nobody is waiting. so he gave me a ration of shit for that too.
- but i got my shirt made yesterday, so the day started well.


and i got this one on the back

- so after driing 2 hours in traffic, we got to the hospital, and saw my sis and nephew

then my other sis and my nieces got there, then my aunt and cousins. then grandma and my niece adaija and i ate dinner in the cafeteria ( i had a slice of pizza, a roast beef sandwich, 2 slices of sourdough, and fruit punch) then we said goodbye and went home. got to my moms at 2230 and i passed out on the couch, woke up at 5am and came home.
- and to top it all off one of my fingers hurst like hell and i can't bend it. the joint is swelled or something. it's the first finger i ever cracked the knuckles on and i think i have arthritis... who knows it just hurts tomove it unless i yank it out of the socket to crack the knuckle, then it feels better until i wake up in the morning.... it's a quarter to 6, i'm going back to bed.

-saturday-
- ah, saturday it's a bright, beautiful, sunshiney day outside. crisp and clean, and it feels nice... but i have to go to work today, so that sucks.
- and it went ok. geran called at 220 to "ask" if he could be late, and i told him i had to leave right at 3, and he said he'd be there at 3. 3 came and i left at 305 and he wasn't there. i don't care, i told the bosses bro i was leaving and left.
but these charms look pretty still

i ♥♥ robin

- been catching up on my Savage Love reading. I love reading Savage Love. Did anyone else used to stay up real late and watch Dr David Viscot(?) after saturday night live? they had some really fucked up callers. i don't remember any specific ones, but some were pretty messed up.
and i started reading some more savage love cause i re-read the sg interview with dan savage. and he said something very real there, that straight guys are confined by what is gay and what is feminine and then whatever is left is straight, so somestuff can't be manly for a straight man because it's "gay" or "girly". like putting crystals on my mp3 player, and my earphones. so what, i like bling. and i wear pink shirts sometimes. so what some guy at work commented on my earphones cause i have the crystals on them. he's like"what's up with those? are you gay?" like all serious and shit wondering and worried that i might be. "No. i just like to decorate stuff." and then he says," oh, ok. At least it's not like you're wearing a pink shirt" Ha HA HA! and i told him," well it's not Valentines Day" and she just shook his head going" no, no, no", and walked away. so i wore a pink shirt the next day
Issay


Sweet

and then there was sunday...
and it was ok. i slept late, got up, goofed around on the internet for awhile, got ready and went out, plans to hang fell through, got in a bad mood, went to michaels, bought some felt,

watched jackass 2, made a felt wallet,


it relaxed me, got kinda happy. went to my moms for a bbq, got mad again, ate some food, watched center stage, relaxed again, watched coyote ugly, came home. it wasn't too bad of a day. all my morning went relaxing went out the window and i'm tensed up again, but... so what i'm gonna listen to some stp and update my blog and chill for an hour before beddybye time.

late ♥