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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
  Random Bullshit Known As My Life
I don't even know where to begin. I got a call at work Sat. Night and it was my sister. She said that my brother was in town. Cool! They let me off early since I haven't seen him in months. He followed my Mom to my work and then followed me to my house. (He rides a motorcycle and is NOT good with directions.) Anyway, we get here and I had a few beers and we hung out (with his "girlfriend/crackhead" that he'd picked up 2 days earlier!?) we hung out for about 2 hours and then she started this "I'm hungry! Waaa! Bullsuit!" I told them that I was not driving b/c I'd been drinking and everything close to me was closed. I told them that they would have to go to the Waffle House or IHOP. Then, she starts this, "I want Waffle House bullshit"! I wrote directions on how to get there, how to get back, wrote my phone number on there, and even gave them money to grab me some hashbrowns. (smoothered and covered) They left here at like 1am. Finally at about 1:45am, I decided to lay down and wait. I'd been up since 9am. I wake up at 6am and they are not back. Holy Shit! I checked the phone and had a message that my brother left at 2am. I slept right through it. They were about 30 miles north of where they should have been.

Ok, Now, it gets good! Sunday at about 12pm I got a voice mail from my brother saying that they had gotten a hotel room and knew where they were going and coming over. M'kay! My friend Princess was here. We were here until like 1:45pm and decided to leave and do our shit. I assumed that they just found their way back to Monroe. I come home later and see my brother's bike in the driveway. PS's car was here, but I didn't know if he was home or not b/c he went to Memphis with Father O' Flanagan. I'm walking around the land/yard/field whatever calling to my brother. I finally walked up to the door and see my brother, crack whore, and PS with a WTF? look on his face.

I then come in and my brother starts this oh we got so lost crap. I then looked at my bedroom door and it was fucking open. I calmly asked PS if he'd opened it and he looked at me like I was crazy and of course said, no. I quickly swung the door open and my fucking window was wide open. My brother and crack bitch had come by and no one was here, so they just decided to break in. When he came in my window, he used my fucking Eric Clapton boxset to prop it up. Once they made it in, they managed to step on all of my books and rip several of their covers, he broke some of my blue glass that I'd had in the window, but most of all, THEY LEFT THE FUCKING WINDOW WIDE OPEN and Tigger was gone.

I fucking freaked out sooo bad. I was hitting my brother and just screaming at him and his crack whore to get the fuck out of my house. I ran around everywhere looking for her. She was out for 3 1/2 hours. We live in front of a busy road and cars go fast. I just knew that I was going to find her in the middle of the road. Needless to say, I lost my shit. PS said that he'd known me for so long, but NEVER had he ever seen me freak like that. Finally, crack whore comes from the side of the house with Tigger in her arms. I didn't say thank you, nothing nice. I just told her to stay the fuck out of my house. I held my Tigger sooo tight and put her up. I was still screaming at my brother. He quickly got up and left. As he was leaving, instead of walking down the steps of the porch, he walks right off and bust his ass. He's screaming, "my leg is broken". I told him that his fucking leg wasn't broken and to get the fuck up and go the fuck home. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an evil bitch. I told him that I would call him when I've calmed down. If Tigger would have not been found, I would seriously be in the psychiatric ward at STD.

My Mom calls yesterday on my fucking day off at 7am. *Ring, ring* Me: Hello?

Mom: Do you want to apologize to your brother. He was lost in a strange city for 3 hours and it's all your fault for being such a bitch to him?

Me: Sure.

Brother: NN, I'm sorry for everything!

Me: I cried after you left last night. I felt so bad for hitting you, but I thought Tigger was dead. I'm sorry and I do love you! Next time you ever decide to just "come over" and I'm not at home, go and sit on the porch swing until PS or I get here. By the way, when you get home, get rid of the crack whore. You don't need to be hanging with people like her. I'll call you soon. I love you. Bye!

Mom: Ok? He was lost for 3 hours, NN. He could have been killed!

Me: Well, Tigger was lost for a little longer. Karma's a bitch. ain't it?

Mom: click.

He FINALLY made it home ok and said that he told the crack whore to leave his home. He said that she just started walking. He told her that he didn't hang with people that did that shit! Good for you, JH!!!

So, I screamed at him and crack gal Sunday. Last night was my Monday Night Football game. Once a year the Jets play the Dolphins in New York. All of you should hopefully know, by now, that I love the Jets and Hugh Jackman! The Jets kicked some Dolphin ass. Last I saw, the score was 41 to 13 in the 4th.
J! E! T! S! Jets! Jets! Jets!

After I spoke with my brother yesterday morning; I spoke with my sister who was basically wanting me to pick her up and that I did. She's staying with us until Thursday. Yippiee! I haven't spent any time with her in months. It's been fun. She's helped me calm down from the Halloween from Hell! We just got home. We went and had some virgin daiquiris, artichoke and spinach dip, and then had coffee and bread pudding. Fab-u-lous!!!

Now, I'm just sitting her waiting, as I'm sure you are, waiting to find out who our next President is going to be. I went and voted. I loved it. There were only like 3 people in front of me! Yeah!

Scoop the Poop, Even If W Wins! (It'll be ok, in Canada!)

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