I know this is just so terribly 80's you could all shit, but this is for Kim. The words of the song do a pretty good job of telling her what I couldn't the morning I left without getting choked up.
I am proud of myself! I saved the tears for the car!
Speaking of my trip, I guess I should tell you all how it went.
I had a great time! The trip out there was typical. It took a lot longer than normal to get there, which kinda sucked. The time that I was there however was fantastic. Kim and Nick always do such a wonderful job of making me feel welcome in their home. I love and miss you guys so much, and can't wait to see you again! The week went by much to fast for me. Sara's wedding was beautiful, and everything went off (for the most part) without a hitch. The trip home was not the greatest. I drove with a hangover, which is never good. The car charger for my cell phone took a shit, and seeing how I was relying solely on it I was without a cell phone for the trip home, which really pissed me off. I cried off and on for like the first 5 hours of the trip, which did nothing for said hangover. I left around 10:30am Saturday morning, and arrived home at 5:00am Sunday morning. That is not good time by any stretch of the imagination.
An acquaintance of mine put in their notice at their job a few days ago. Curious as to what their plans were, I asked. They plan not only to live off welfare, but intend to sell drugs for extra money. All I could do was walk away. Words fail me.
Here's something I find particularly funny.
Micheala, I am sorry I did not call you on your birthday! I did not forget sweetie, just have way to much shit on my mind right now. I know that is not an excuse, so feel free to call me a huge butthead. I love you, and can't wait to take a ride with you.
I am smoking again for anyone who did not know. It started innocently enough, vowing to only smoke when I drank. Yeah that worked like a charm. So now I face the task of quitting once again. I am quite excited.
I guess I don't have anything else to talk about. Talk at ya later!
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That's a GREAT song!! And those glutes really are made for walking...they are creepy.
Welfare and selling drugs on the side? Sounds like a winner to me. If you know the person's first and last name you could turn him/her in, because social services doesn't like it when you sell drugs and receive benefits at the same time.
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