Yee-ah, soooo, I just woke up about an hour ago...

How're y'all?

I'm lots better since I finally went to freekin' BED for a while. I do believe I "retired" (i.e.-"passed out") around 5:00pm... give or take a half hour. Hell, I'd only been up for a day and a half. I'm gittin' old. Can you even IMAGINE if I did meth or some shit?

Jesus.

I used to get asked about coke, but no fuckin' way. Never fucked with that shit. Waaaay bad karma attached to it. I'd tell the truth, "Hell, no, I ain't on coke. I don't touch that shit. Can ya fuckin' see it? If I did coke, you'd know, cause I'd be sittin' in a corner somewhere just goin' BE-BE-BE-BE-BE..."(flipping index finger up and down my lips while making odd noises). I'd usually get a speculative look from said person, while they thought it over for about two and a half seconds, then, invariably, they'd say "Yep... I can believe that."
"Well, good. Now, CRANK....." lol...

No, seriously, I don't know how I do this, unless it's some kinda odd off-shoot of depression or something. And, don't EVEN try that "manic-depressive" crap. I saw Patty Duke's movie. I know what manic depression is. That ain't me. I don't have those "highs"... I don't get "thrilled with life and friggin' having to handle it" EVER. I have no mania... at least not that kind. Hell, I don't really even think it's that I'm really depressed... it's just that I'm a REALIST. I see things how they really are and, for the most part, they suck and I suck at lying, i.e. "acting like everything's just PEACHY!", when it's not.

There is a difference.

Anyway, no I don't do "uppers". I just stay awake for reeeeally long periods of time. I won't go to sleep unless my body demands it (which can really inconvenient if it gets pushy about it while yer, like, driving or something...).

Truthfully, I think it has more to do with death than anything else.

1. My stupid mother(fucker) died when she was 43 of a massive MI. JUST IN CASE the same thing is gonna happen to me, I don't wanna miss any more minutes with Eric by SLEEPING thru it, than I absolutely have to.

2. As long as I'm awake and therefore cannot be "snuck" by bad shit, Eric will not be hurt or killed on the farm.

Now, why is that making me tear up? It makes sense, doesn't it? It's not pitiful, is it?

*coupla mintes later*
Well anyway... I got most of the house/animal shit done before I falled seepys. All I need to (still) do now is the mouse house, the kitty "used food repositories", vacuum and a little bit o'wash. Oh yeah, AND Spork's latest MadLib. *giggle*

This oughta be good too, cause he's "cut loose" seeing as how we seem to be the only two doing this, like I care. Fine. Just sit there lookin' at both of us like we're goofy. WE ARE!!! But, it's fun, too... lmao.

Oh yeah... almost forgot. The whole thing about the "better than when I woke up and I wasn't in such a bad state to begin with" thing... I've been too busy enjoying it to get out what it was... sorry.

Simply put, I done good. I think I FINALLY hit on one idea that made EVERYBODY happier.

George is in Jersey. He's been gone for over a week, so far. Since I've still been able to get my shit done without the car, I don't care. It's even GREAT!!!
Except for his bullshit, that is. (Yes, he annoys the fuck outta me quite often, which is further proof, in my mind at least, that me and him are meant to be brother/sister, not MARRIED!!!!)

Aaanyway, that assmunch left last Thursday. He was SUPPOSED to come back Sunday. Didn't happen. BUT, not only did that not happen, he also called me via radio Sunday morning and said that the lady who gave us Daisy, whom I have YET to ever really meet meet (the woman, not the dog), wanted to bring her kid over to see the dog. He said "She'll be there in about an hour."
"Sooo, when are YOU gonna get here?"
"I'm not."
"Excuse me?!?" And, it went downhill from there. Suffice it to say, I did NOT host a woman and child I do not even know on Sunday. The house was passable, but my stupid period was finally showing up and I was in no mood for his shit.

Next, he was supposed to come back Wednesday.
Nope.
Siiigh.
Then, he was shootin' for Friday so he could bring TWO KIDS here. Of course, these two are Eric's, so I really can't stop it, but I can put it off and I did... lol.

George, the Numbnuts, was gonna bring them here Friday and turn around and go back to Jersey til Sunday. (He's working with his idiot b-i-l, the same asshole who closed out his house without telling him that he was renting from them, which is how we ended up with him in the first place. I hate Steve.) Then, whilst we (me and George-da-Knobhead) were discussing this Tuesday (since he got all huffy with me about Sunday and shut his radio off til then) I told him if he's just gonna bring them here and LEAVE again, taking the car with him, it'd just be easier, smarter and make more sense to bring them home with him Sunday night. One trip that way, insteada all this back-and-forth shit every damned day for a week, ya know? This is, of course, AFTER he tries to blame me for all the travelling he "has to do".
Riiiight.
I asked him, "So, is it just today, or am I personally responsible for everything shitty thing that's ever happened to you, mo'fackey?"

He shut up.

He shut up because he was doing his end in front of at least Steve and God only knows who else, so when I don't "take" his shit, but instead hand it back wrapped in logic, he goes all to pieces and shuts up.
Asshat.

So, he gets to over-dramatize, whine and generally make everybody think I'm some huge cuntface, THEN, I call him back in front of God and everybody and totally make him look like a smacked ass by making it so much easier for him, while at the same time, giving MYSELF a huge break 'cause now I have Eric to myself ALL WEEKEND AND!!!! my period is gonna be leaving real soon... (Ain't ya, Dear.... You damned right you are.) George even said (*gasp*) "Thank you" to me for re-arranging all this shit into something resembling SANE. Wow.

So, I did good. Gave myself an extension, shut George up but GOOD and, to make it up to poor old "Poppy" over there for delaying this mess, er... I mean "visit", I intend to... "distract" him as often as possible for the next coupla days. (Does anyone else have a mental image of a "Lady Godiva" type thing happenin', or is it just me? lmao)

Oh, and George ain't moving now. At least not where he thought he might be moving to. No biggie, but this past week has shown me that I DON'T MISS HIM WHEN HE'S GONE!!!! (/sarcasm) So, he'd better watch it, I think. Tell ya another thing... when I get my license back here in about a month, there will be NO MORE of this running the fuck off with the car for days on end. Ya wanna leave, LEAVE, but you ain't taking the Firebird. (I can pick George up and literally throw him, so I think it's in his best interest to not fuck with me much. So does he.)

Jesus... *giggling like a loon at that mind-movie*

What else? Anything? Hmmmm....

Nope. Can't think of anything else right now. Which is a real shame, cause NOW is when I could use it... to put off starting to finish this house. Shit.

Well, okay then. I'mina go do some shit, then, when I need a break, I'll do Spork's MadLib. Or, if I think of some other Earth-shattering THING I simply MUST tell y'all, I can do it then. Or I can stand tall and FINISH THE HOUSE FIRST!!! Which AM I gunna do? *tapping chin with forefinger*

Heh, guess we'll all find out together, huh?

Take care and I shall return...
Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:58 AM

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