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Post by Dodger Moore on Aug 24, 2011 18:04:52 GMT -5
August 24th, 2011,
I don't really know why I agreed to bet Hayley that I could last an entire week without the sugary goodness of a snow cone...but I did. This is almost as bad as the time I bet Kaleb in the seventh grade that I could sneak vodka into my water bottle at lunch. That didn't end so well...If Sassifrass found out about that, I'm 99% sure she'd slap me. And then maybe laugh. At the same time.
I'll be the first to say I'm too proud to admit when I'm wrong or in this case, scared out of my wits. The last time I willingly admitted to that was when I watched Jaws for the first time and was convinced a shark was going to fit into my bathtub. Hey, at six years old that seemed realistic! But the idea of being a parent scares me more than big ass sharks, alien movies, and running out of snow cone money combined. Is it normal to feel like that? I wouldn't really know, but I guess I'll have to see how this cookie crumbles.
I think I'll take Marv on a walk...he really needs to stop being such a lazy ass all the time. I honestly don't know where he learns that from. Definitely not me.
P.S. - If I find out you read this....I'll tackle your ass. Unless your name is Sarafina....cause I think that's considered abuse. I'm mean but I'm not that mean. I have a feeling she's gonna read this and then smack me for something I said. Okay...I should stop while I'm ahead.
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Post by Dodger Moore on Oct 3, 2011 18:01:29 GMT -5
October 3rd, 2011.
So I kinda forgot about this thing. Actually, that's a lie. It's been sitting in my car for the past month and a half and I've been too damn lazy to go look for it, but today I had nothing better to do but throw popcorn at Marv (this is what happens when Sarafina isn't home, I get bored) and it dawned on me I could be productive and clean out my car. 95% of the crap in that car was snowcone cups...yeah...I tried harassing Sassifrass into helping me but she gave me the "Noooo, it's YOUR car blah blah blah." speech.
If my laziness doesn't kill, there are a few stupid things I do that will kick my ass sooner or later...like drinking with Kaleb for example. After a few dozen drinks I can't even remember my own name, where I am, or why everyone around me suddenly looks so attractive. Or why all of a sudden Kaleb's singing sounds good. Trust me, it doesn't when you're sober. Then there are snowcones. Can't you die from a sugar overload? Or get too hyper? I shouldn't be allowed to eat snowcones and drive at the same time...when I can barely keep my eyes on the road for longer than five seconds without getting distracted. I blame my car for my speeding tickets, do you really expect me not to speed when I'm driving that thing? Last but not least, after Sassifrass harassed me and grossed me the hell out, I decided I should quit smoking so much. That doesn't mean I'll actually do it. At least I'm not smoking anything illegal, okay.
I had another good idea...and then I got distracted.
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Post by Dodger Moore on Oct 25, 2011 19:27:28 GMT -5
October 25th, 2011.
I don't have anything exciting to write about today, so I'll humor you with a list of things that scare the living snot out of me.
- Spiders. Those little fuckers are scary....sneaky little bitches.
- Sassifrass when she's mad. I know what you're thinking, but it's possible. Half of the time, I think she's mad but she says she's "just kidding."
Beware the wrath of a pissed off blonde...
That's all for now.
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Post by Dodger Moore on Dec 8, 2011 13:53:14 GMT -5
December 8th, 2011,
It's been nearly two months since I've written anything, but it's not like I don't have a half-decent excuse for it. It's crazy and a little unreal to think that I've been in Richmond for a little over a year now, and even crazier to believe I have a kid now. It's a feeling I don't think you can ever experience until you really do experience it. I'm not saying it's changed me, or made me into some perfect human being because trust me, it hasn't. I'm still an insensitive pain in the ass and my old habits are still haunting me. But fixing your mistakes of the past isn't something that comes to you without any effort...no, you have to work for it. I haven't touched a drop of anything alcoholic since the last time I got drunk off my ass with Kaleb (that one didn't end well...) and I'm smoking my last cigarette as I write this. I really don't want to quit, but I need to. I really need to.
I'm down with the flu and taking care of Ravioli while Sassifrass is away is kicking my ass, but I wouldn't trade these days for anything in the world.
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