Well then, it's been an eventful week to say the least. My aforementioned moronic answering of my wife's question became awfully awfully serious. Serious enough that the term "some time apart" was uttered as a part of the conversation. Really, it was all about miscommunication and my inability to express my feelings the way that I think them in my head (and what guy isn't like that). But I think disaster has been averted as we were able to sit down and get it all out in the open. Things are 100% better now I think. Just have some issues to work on.
During the process of this ordeal I managed to be an ass to a couple of people so I apologize for that. Specifically Zach, who simply went into our normal routine of mildly insulting each other for amusement and got blocked for his troubles. I think though that even in retrospect it was the best idea because I think I may have snapped at him and said something I'd regret later had I not done the blocking. Still, I didn't even explain anything to him. I just blocked him, so I'm sorry about that.
What else? Oh, well of course the amusement continues at work. Aside from the continuouse drubbing of hip hop into my brain all night long, it's really gotten to the point where I spontaneously crack up during my shift overhearing conversations that aren't meant to be at all humorous. Like the following exchange between two of my co-workers, and yes they are of African-American descent.
slightly hefty co-worker #1: "Boy this is some good watermelon, girl."
much heftier barely fits down the aisles co-worker #2: "Girl I know you better give me some of that fruit."
#1: "Girl, you don't eat fruit. You be eatin' that cake."
Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious.
Drama has also reared it's ugly head at my parent's house over the first part of this week. A girl who my parent's took in about seven years ago (she was 16 at the time she came to live with us) apparently has lost her damn mind. She decided it would be a good idea to steal my sister's ID and withdraw $3,000 out of my parents' and sister's business bank account. Then she proceeded to go on a shopping spree. That's really just the tip of the iceberg as the rest of her foolishness could fill up an entire episode of Jerry Springer, but the bottom line is that I'm the only one who ever saw this fool for what she is. Basically, that being a worthless white trash loser who can not only not take care of herself or her three....that's right..... THREE kids, but she also thinks she can just do whatever the hell she wants to do and she will face no consequence. Well, not this time biotch.
Let me also take this oppurtunity to send a little message to my GXW friends out there. As you all know my fellow writer on Onslaught had a personal tragedy last week and so the show fell into my hands. Then I had some issues to deal with over the last five or six days. What I'm coming around to is this. If anyone gives me any grief over the show not being out yet, I will be more than happy to fly to wherever your place of residence may be and put an ice pick through your eye. Not only that but I wouldn't expect to be booked...how can I say this...favorably...from here on out. Just a warning. You'll get it when you get it. You don't think it's coming fast enough? Well I'm not gonna tell you what I think of that, but it starts with a G.
Well then that concludes our broadcast day. Til next time....
P.S. It ends with "o fuck yourself".
During the process of this ordeal I managed to be an ass to a couple of people so I apologize for that. Specifically Zach, who simply went into our normal routine of mildly insulting each other for amusement and got blocked for his troubles. I think though that even in retrospect it was the best idea because I think I may have snapped at him and said something I'd regret later had I not done the blocking. Still, I didn't even explain anything to him. I just blocked him, so I'm sorry about that.
What else? Oh, well of course the amusement continues at work. Aside from the continuouse drubbing of hip hop into my brain all night long, it's really gotten to the point where I spontaneously crack up during my shift overhearing conversations that aren't meant to be at all humorous. Like the following exchange between two of my co-workers, and yes they are of African-American descent.
slightly hefty co-worker #1: "Boy this is some good watermelon, girl."
much heftier barely fits down the aisles co-worker #2: "Girl I know you better give me some of that fruit."
#1: "Girl, you don't eat fruit. You be eatin' that cake."
Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious.
Drama has also reared it's ugly head at my parent's house over the first part of this week. A girl who my parent's took in about seven years ago (she was 16 at the time she came to live with us) apparently has lost her damn mind. She decided it would be a good idea to steal my sister's ID and withdraw $3,000 out of my parents' and sister's business bank account. Then she proceeded to go on a shopping spree. That's really just the tip of the iceberg as the rest of her foolishness could fill up an entire episode of Jerry Springer, but the bottom line is that I'm the only one who ever saw this fool for what she is. Basically, that being a worthless white trash loser who can not only not take care of herself or her three....that's right..... THREE kids, but she also thinks she can just do whatever the hell she wants to do and she will face no consequence. Well, not this time biotch.
Let me also take this oppurtunity to send a little message to my GXW friends out there. As you all know my fellow writer on Onslaught had a personal tragedy last week and so the show fell into my hands. Then I had some issues to deal with over the last five or six days. What I'm coming around to is this. If anyone gives me any grief over the show not being out yet, I will be more than happy to fly to wherever your place of residence may be and put an ice pick through your eye. Not only that but I wouldn't expect to be booked...how can I say this...favorably...from here on out. Just a warning. You'll get it when you get it. You don't think it's coming fast enough? Well I'm not gonna tell you what I think of that, but it starts with a G.
Well then that concludes our broadcast day. Til next time....
P.S. It ends with "o fuck yourself".
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