…don’t say anything at all.
When things stop being fucked up, I’ll post again. But for right now all I got is negativity, so I’m shutting it down.
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Today I woke up from 3 1/2 hrs of sleep to what I thought would be a normal “day before weekend” day. Boy was I in for a treat. After feeding a very verbal baby (at 6am) I called the old man to let him know my wife was sick so I was going to have to take the baby to the Dr’s office. Sitting there listening to a rash of shit on how his life sucks so bad b/c he has it so hard and can’t fucking tie his shoes without someone there so he can micro manage them on how the “bunny goes through the hole” and so on I realized the dog had taken a giant shit, not once, twice, no but three times right beside the damn door as if to say your dumbass needs to let me out sooner. So after the 3 s’s, shit,shower,shave, I pack up the car (yes newborns require you to pack as if you are leaving for a six month mission trip to northern Africa) to make a big 2 mile journey to the Dr’s office. Long story short it was her first set of shots and I can tell you if I had any kind of makeshift weapon close to me at the time I would be the head news story for this quicky little doo-doo town. Seeing your child go from happy to sheer terror in 1 second is something I never care to see again in my life. It F-ING sucked period and knowing it was for her own good wasn’t good enought… I still wanted someone to die for putting that look of “Daddy what have you just done to me”on her face.On to part two. You know what I am sitting her in a hotel room with my wife, 1 month old, dog, and cat and I don’t think I could even begin to describe in detail the events that transpired to get us here. I could right a huge story on just the “Springer” episode in my driveway but that still would not do this day justice. So for lack of patience and time I will give a brief description of what happened and you can just imagine for yourself what events unfolded. Here’s the headline, “Drunk girlfriend steals boyfriend’s car and takes out telephone pole, dumpster, transformer, and fire hydrant”. These items, all items, are in my front yard. Oh and why am I in a hotel? Well when the pole fell it tore my power pole, both meters, and the services inside my house to shambles. You know what I just read this and it made me bust out laughing loud. It is funny as hell and life has a great way of letting you know when shit happens that you are not forgotten. I LOVE my life… Today just sucked :/ -DOG
Mad props to Cassie for sending me this!
To all my local homies and east side friends on the west side vacation:
