3 posts tagged “house”

Or maybe I'm just cheap.

Either way it's cheaper than buying a whole new table.  By about 1000%.

I forgot the dimensions at home so I can't get an exact quote.  But I can get ideas.
Depending who I go through it's anywhere from $120 to $55ish.  Which are probably all a bit more because it's being shipped to a Residential address.  Maybe it'd be cheaper if I have them bring it to work. 

We had a case of the Back To School Blues this morning but things have calmed down since.
Little T starts school next Wednesday (Woot woot) and because of that the Terrorist is getting both of them in the habit of the school morning routine.  (Getting up really fucking early, showers, grooming, food and ready to leave by 730a)  Today was the first day of the new schedule.  It didn't go to well.  Lil' T told me that tomorrow will be better.  Let's hope so because we've gotta go register him for school at 8am.
Exciting.

Okay, the time has come to head to my house. 

Ps.  I heart Pj Harvey!  And need more Bjork!!

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

I think that's more or less it.  Okay, that's not true but that's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm at the Red Square and they're playing Christmas Music.  Blech.  It's fucking May!!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.

*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"

I think one of my problems in life is that I tend to think of my life as a movie.

 

Life isn't like it is in the movies...  The perfect boy isn't going to show up on my door step (especially when I'm on a ship in the middle of the ocean) and shower me with affection and flowers and all that cheesy (but great) movie shit.  That's not going to happen. 

 

And when I have my sad moments thinking about things have have gone by and will probably never be again there's no back ground music with a split screen showing me being miserable and him being miserable but in different places.  The truth is he's probably not miserable, he's probably playing golf or hanging out with his girlfriend or some other perfectly normal thing that I don't want to think could go on when I'm all depressed and sad.

 

I need to re-train my brain to accept that tho one can live happily ever after it's not going to be a Hollywood version of happily ever after. 

 

And that's okay.   I think. 

 

I'm getting old.  I'm starting to think about adult things.  Things like where do I want to buy a house and settle down and spend a large chuck of the rest of my life.  And with who.  I don't have the capital for this kind of shit.  I need more money to be happy.  (I'm Joking)

 

I spent over 3 hours in a closet tonight de-stuffing and stuffing menus.  And I worked a triple today.  But that's okay because now I"m going to have all of tomorrow off.  I'm going to go to Lahaina and get some Pho and hang out at the beach for a few hours.  It'll be good. 

 

I'm going to go to bed now.  Actually I'm gonna go see if they're serving anything that somewhat resembles food in crew mess then I'm going to go to bed. 

 

Nite nite.