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May. 14th, 2001 07:48 amIf I have removed you from my friends list, please don't be offended. It's a matter of varied tastes and time constraints. As I mentioned to someone earlier, I can't find the time to enjoy quality if I'm overwhelmed by quantity. I can't see the trees because of the forest or something. I guess it's the other way around, but fuck it...I have license to substitute quantity for quality. See? I just keep rambling.
It took about four cups of coffee to wake me the hellup. My sinuses feel like they're full of cat hair. My mom has four cats, and falling asleep on her living room floor is a baaad idea.
I spent a lot of time with my family this weekend. It was really nice, excluding my sister's borderline idiotic/insane behavior. My dad and step-mom's lives are miserable because of her. Also, her 'friends' broke into our cabin and tore the piss out of it because my dad threatened to have them thrown in jail for helping my sister pawn his vcr. ...And I think to myself...what a wonderful world... I don't understand why they tolerate it, but they are masters of their own lives. Her low-life friends did almost two-thousand dollars worth of damage to our cabin, and the strange part of it is that NOTHING of mine was broken. My beer sign, a MGD neon tubed light, was intact as well as my fishing tackle. Both were amidst the chaos and yet untouched. This leads me to believe that she was with them when they did it. She knows what is mine, and since she still likes me, she would not let them tear my stuff up. My dad and brother had reached the same conclusion before I mentioned it. One of her 'friends' confessed and is in jail. Nice fucking friends, eh? I wouldn't be surprise if they tell the police she was with them. I hope I never run into them...I'm afraid of what I'll do. I'm one mellow fellow with an extremely cool temper, but the few occasions that I have snapped have been very ugly. That cabin is our sanctuary. I've only seen pictures of the damage they did and it almost brought tears to my eyes. My brother discovered it and he admitted to crying...you don't fuck with my brother, I wouldn't. He has begun working as a prison guard in a maximum security facility near chicago. I hope he doesn't run into/find them either...they aren't worth jail time. He and I are going to go down and clean it up next weekend. It's not going to be fun. We have to completely replace the toilet, refrigerator, kitchen table, and sliding glass door, but we'll probably wait until THEY pay for it. Thinking of it sickens me.
My brother and I washed and cleaned out my step-mom's car on Saturday...I spent the entire day there and stopped by my friend Damon's house later that night for a couple of Budweisers. He's got a new girlfriend so he's happier than I've seen him in a while. Since my brother and I had to leave for Indianpolis eaaaaaaarly Sunday morning, I went back to my dad's house at about 1am and caught a Deniro flick I'd never heard of called Jackknife while finishing up my laundry. I fell asleep before it ended, but was soon awakened by my sister's baby. I fed her, rocked her back to sleep, and snoozed in the recliner for another hour before we took off. We washed and cleaned out my mom's car too for her gift. I got to play with my nephews and Stimpy (my cat) all day, until I fell asleep on the floor.
Both my mom and dad keep remarking that I'm losing weight. I eat well. I stepped on my mom's scales...160 lbs! I'm 6' 1" -ish feet tall. I'm not gloating. I look like a bolemic/anorexic toothpick. I was up to 180 lbs two years ago when I used to lift weights and exercise fairly religiously. Now I'm a stick.
I finished Drakan Friday morning. It was fun, but the ending was a little disappointing. I cannot stand when I buy a game, play it for hours on end, and then get a piss-poor ending out of the deal. It was free though, compliments of Okimon, so I can't complain. (thanks Okimon!) I started the new Dean Koontz book, From the Corner of His Eye. It's ihhhhhh...just okay. I brought it to work with me, but HighLearn stayed up past his newly established bedtime to talk. (thanks HighLearn!) *subliminal message* your daytime agenda is irrelevant *subliminal message*
Yossarian Lives.
It took about four cups of coffee to wake me the hellup. My sinuses feel like they're full of cat hair. My mom has four cats, and falling asleep on her living room floor is a baaad idea.
I spent a lot of time with my family this weekend. It was really nice, excluding my sister's borderline idiotic/insane behavior. My dad and step-mom's lives are miserable because of her. Also, her 'friends' broke into our cabin and tore the piss out of it because my dad threatened to have them thrown in jail for helping my sister pawn his vcr. ...And I think to myself...what a wonderful world... I don't understand why they tolerate it, but they are masters of their own lives. Her low-life friends did almost two-thousand dollars worth of damage to our cabin, and the strange part of it is that NOTHING of mine was broken. My beer sign, a MGD neon tubed light, was intact as well as my fishing tackle. Both were amidst the chaos and yet untouched. This leads me to believe that she was with them when they did it. She knows what is mine, and since she still likes me, she would not let them tear my stuff up. My dad and brother had reached the same conclusion before I mentioned it. One of her 'friends' confessed and is in jail. Nice fucking friends, eh? I wouldn't be surprise if they tell the police she was with them. I hope I never run into them...I'm afraid of what I'll do. I'm one mellow fellow with an extremely cool temper, but the few occasions that I have snapped have been very ugly. That cabin is our sanctuary. I've only seen pictures of the damage they did and it almost brought tears to my eyes. My brother discovered it and he admitted to crying...you don't fuck with my brother, I wouldn't. He has begun working as a prison guard in a maximum security facility near chicago. I hope he doesn't run into/find them either...they aren't worth jail time. He and I are going to go down and clean it up next weekend. It's not going to be fun. We have to completely replace the toilet, refrigerator, kitchen table, and sliding glass door, but we'll probably wait until THEY pay for it. Thinking of it sickens me.
My brother and I washed and cleaned out my step-mom's car on Saturday...I spent the entire day there and stopped by my friend Damon's house later that night for a couple of Budweisers. He's got a new girlfriend so he's happier than I've seen him in a while. Since my brother and I had to leave for Indianpolis eaaaaaaarly Sunday morning, I went back to my dad's house at about 1am and caught a Deniro flick I'd never heard of called Jackknife while finishing up my laundry. I fell asleep before it ended, but was soon awakened by my sister's baby. I fed her, rocked her back to sleep, and snoozed in the recliner for another hour before we took off. We washed and cleaned out my mom's car too for her gift. I got to play with my nephews and Stimpy (my cat) all day, until I fell asleep on the floor.
Both my mom and dad keep remarking that I'm losing weight. I eat well. I stepped on my mom's scales...160 lbs! I'm 6' 1" -ish feet tall. I'm not gloating. I look like a bolemic/anorexic toothpick. I was up to 180 lbs two years ago when I used to lift weights and exercise fairly religiously. Now I'm a stick.
I finished Drakan Friday morning. It was fun, but the ending was a little disappointing. I cannot stand when I buy a game, play it for hours on end, and then get a piss-poor ending out of the deal. It was free though, compliments of Okimon, so I can't complain. (thanks Okimon!) I started the new Dean Koontz book, From the Corner of His Eye. It's ihhhhhh...just okay. I brought it to work with me, but HighLearn stayed up past his newly established bedtime to talk. (thanks HighLearn!) *subliminal message* your daytime agenda is irrelevant *subliminal message*
Yossarian Lives.