dinky pics

Thursday May 27, 2004   

I got the few photos I actually took up ^___^, but I was too lazy to post them in the blog, so I dumped them HERE!! I have a great little script that just organizes them and everything so I don’t have to code each in …. hehehe. It’s the script I’m using at CUTiE now to help make updates faster. Anyway…. go click for photos while you can!

I woke in a pretty bad mood this morning. Went to bed at 3:30am, got woken up at 9 am by that jerk who plays basketball in the parking lot >_< . I complained bout the guy under us and his thumping ceiling fan..... still nothing has been done to help it.

I hate this fuckin’ place. This apartment, this city, and AH YES this wretched state. However, in 1 year my life will be drastically different. Moving to start our careers, perhaps getting a house, and maybe… marriage soon after???? *long sigh* It’s sorta scary. Doesn’t help that Mike’s entire family just kept asking “Where are you moving to? What states are you applying to? blah blah blah ?” *sigh*

Honestly, never let me make the mistake of vacation = visiting Mike’s family. That is NOT a vacation and I should have known better. It wouldn’t have been so bad if weren’t for Mike’s sorry excuse for a father being there.

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some Dad back story:
basically; abandoned when Mike was 3 years old. Left a family of 4 to fend for themselves. No money was ever seen from him. Reappears many years later. Thinks he did nothing wrong. Looses job (once again,). Mike’s mom let’s him and his trashy wife stay with her till they get a job (for various other reasons too.)

6 months later they were supposed to move out while we were visiting, but they were too busy taking newly bought guitars down to watch the sunsets EVERY DAY! EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY!!! They kept asking us to join them, and am I thinking… “Hey asshole, you need to be looking for a house, not a fuckin’ sunset, and you sure won’t find it in the damn sun!!!!” They are staying there longer now (like 3 weeks which will turn into 4 or more.)

I don’t want to get deep into why his Dad blows, and why nobody likes nevermind loves him in the family, and reasons why they are still nice to him besides the fact he makes lude jokes, bitches bout his ex (who is letting him & his wife live with her for crying out loud/ really he’s just jealous of her success even though he dumped 4 kids on her with one needing extra handicap care), he always comments on how hot a girl is no matter who’s around. He’s selfish, smokes weed likes it the last day on earth, fake as HELL and acts like he’s some supreme parent/grandfather, and….. we can’t forget the time he told me I should be pregnant by now because he needs for grandchildren!!! And that wife of his!!! Who the fuck still says “Peace and Love.” and gives you the fuckin’ peace sign!? She has ruined the fun cute pose used in Japanese photos for me =_=;;

I’ll drop this ragefest and move on. Anyway, they made our vacation miserable. I couldn’t even swim but once because my bathing suit was a little too tight and he would surly come out and “talk” to us while we swam while oogling me his own sons girlfriend. *cringes.* Mike’s mom is a much better person than I to grant him such a huge favor like letting them stay. She only did it for their oldest and mentally handicapped daughter’s sake. (more long story sorry.)
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ANYWAY, We did have some fun when we got to get away, or spend time with JUST Mike’s mom. I got lots of new clothes. I didn’t go to the yarn market cuz I’m still waiting on those damn Japanese knitting magazines to come in. Sleeping there was nice in the big & separate pool house. Private bath was nice for a change :). Shopping together was nice too after Mike’s mom figured out we wanted to go shopping ALONE. Sigh. Really, would have been 100 x’s nicer w/o all the extra ppl around. To be honest…. I found it to be a total bust. ….
Well…. Mike just stole my attack panda, I must go save him!

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