We took a little trip today back to my "home" town. It's fucked up how every person I see, hear, or talk to vaguely reminds me of someone I used to know, whether I recognize them or not. 10,000 people is apparently not enough to create degrees of separation big enough I don't not know them when I see them. If that makes sense.
At some point when we take this big trips on the bike, we've got to make sure there's a couple hours where I can decompress afterwards. This jumping right into a laundry list of shit that needs done stuff just ain't working. Instead of coming down off the road-high, I hold it until it just goes *SPLAT* and suddenly I feel like a pile of dog shit. And whoah.
That last little hit of rum may hav, um, don so. . .
Mom lost her fucking mind over the last wo day about the fuc ing lawsuit again. Essentaillay she reopneated the devironce. And, rom what I can piece together, the lawyer had amed on for dad's boss so he was like a pit-bull looking for th e bonnnnne he burried in his back, um, up lsomeones' ass.
ANd the best prt is that we passed the bossmonkey riding his golwing trike right before we made it back to town and he's all fukiatno colcdiare and shit and waves at me like I'm some lust long ,friiiidn.
But mum decided that having me search rcumpny records wis rong. So she sha no pruf3!!! so fuck the lawy.er. Five thousand bucks fuck you! ,
Fuck i could use some chiiiiiippps and sthit!
SO it was god day today. And I celebelelebelelerated with some rum and pesi.!!!! cause it's fcku you cld when we left nd gorgeous when we got beck!
DO NOT WRIDE THE BIKE WHEN YOU ARE RUMMED UP! AND I WON'T! SO FUCK YOU ALL!
this desk is a fucking mess. I nede ot clens my ytos up. And my glasses while at it.!
Goodnight husi! you bunch of bastards and , um, female babe things!
One more hit rum! Goodnight!
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