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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Fuckin' Drama

For the love of God...can't I just have one normal weekend??

Friday was normal enough--John and I had wings at Buffalo Wild Wings...good times. Unfortunately I was informed by the guys at work the next day that he probably saw it as a date...which I don't really. I'm not sure what constitutes a date...but I'm pretty sure that hot wings are not a part of that equation at all. Any input?

Saturday was unreal. I worked all morning, then headed to the 'burg for a fun-filled weekend with some old friends. But first, I decided that it would be a good idea to stop off in Shelbytucky to have dinner with the ex. We were getting along and having a good time, so he invites me to go hang out with him and a couple buddies. Fine...we could hang out for a few hours, but I had to leave early because I already had plans for later in the evening. I had intended to only hang out with the old friends for a few hours, then was going to go stay on Kev's couch, since the parents didn't know I was in town yet. Long story short...I ended up not going to Kevin's and didn't call to let him know.

The evening proceeded to include a crazy redneck charging into my buddy's house(after he drove around town for an hour looking for my truck), throwing my purse at me, calling me out in the front yard, and a drive by from the cops. In addition to this drama--another kid gets pissed, pulls a knife, bites his friend, and gets laid out against the kitchen cabinets.


I didn't get to bed 'til 9 this morning... 'nuff said.

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