...End of entry.

Well, my Steelers won, once again. Tough game next week though. If we succced in that win, we'll be in the playoffs. Today was very boring. I watched "The Ugly Truth". Hilarious, and good stuff!I also watched "Public Enemies". It was awesome. I wish I was Mr. Dillinger...Except the being murdered part. Tomorrow, I'll be going to the mall around 11 to get my pre-ordered movie. Fun! Then later in the day, I have my psychotherapist appointment at 4, then my psychiatrist [-drools-] appointment at 5. That's about it. I'm just waiting on Craig Ferguson to come on at the moment. I wonder who his guests are tonight. Hmm...
Well, last night/this morning was interesting. I'm not looking into it too much. That's one problem I have. I am, however, trying to figure out the motive behind it all. Hmm...There I go again. Anyway, it was enjoyable, nonetheless. Just letting you know.
Ok...He's on now. Bye...

Taylor Swift's monologue on SNL was hilarious tonight. I got a cool Justice League of America shirt the other day...Wearing it now. I feel more super than usual. Yesterday the air show get together thing was canceled. My sister has to work the weekend, and they even said today that they couldn't see anything anyway, so traffic freak-out postponed! Lmao! The "Firelight" skit was fucking hilarious! Speaking of, evidentally I will be getting those movie tickets...So, one for New Moon, one for A Christmas Carol, and one for The Princess and the Frog. Hmm.  Well...You've been updated. Thank me with comments. >.>

My tooth hurts! Damn you, molar! Anyway, to correct my previous entry, is John, the nigger-fag, who will be taking care of my appreciation notice. It was also Mark, my assistant GM, who told HIM to give me a couple free movie tickets, and he spoke back saying "Why the Hell should we give him that?!" (John hates me, 'cause I make him look bad...A lot), so Mark responded, "Just do it"...That's all according to Huly. So, still waiting on all that to come to my attention. Anyway, I'll update later, perhaps. I have to go punch the other side of my face so this tooth doesn't cause too much pain. Looks as if another tooth will be pulled from my mouth. Beats the pain and time and money taken from a root canal (if that's what needs to be done). Ok...Fuck off.

Black dress, with the tights underneath
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she's an actress, but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east

T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth
T-tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin' scared of him

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

X's on the back of your hands
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page

B-b-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with a bottle in your palm
And the best is, no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller, and talk with your hips

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa oh oh
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

She wants to touch me, whoa
She wants to love me, whoa
She'll never leave me, whoa
Whoa oh oh
Don't trust a ho
Never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho
'Cause a ho won't trust me

Can't I leave the house and not hear, as a result, that my dogs are going insane, or that my dad is being an ass, or that Mercedes can't handle this situation? I get it. I'm almost 24, and already the head of my household. I have no problem with that. (I just wish I can claim that on my taxes) Anyway, how am I to deal with this? I'm not here when he acts like that, so I'm not really sure if she exaggerates at all. And when I do witness it at times...I let him know what's up. As for the dogs/animals, that's a different story. I set up a whole thing, that now seems to be working well. But you know what? I'm going to be fucking stressed and paranoid as fuck when I'm in Orlando, and you think I WANT to be like that? Fuck no. But those are my kids, and I fear for them. I love them so much, but I think he has a hold on them as of lately, since I did what I did. Anyway, between trying to keep Mercedes happy, and trying to let my dad understand that almost everything is fine when he's sober, as well as driving him every-fucking-place he needs/wants to go, I don't think anyone is paying any real attention to what it does to me. And I don't show it, because that shows weakness, and being in the place I am, that's not a reasonable stance. Now, don't take this as a pity party...Please, I beg you, do not. I'm not like that. nor should you take this as a "final straw" sort of thing. It's not. I will tolerate this until my dying day if possible and need-be. However, I just hope and wish upon a star that everything goes well here while I'm on "vacation", and that things shape up when I return. I can tolerate this...Trust me. I just don't want anyone thinking I'm taking sides...Or should take sides. That wouldn't be fair to me. I pray that I have a great time in Orlando, and that everything stays perfect down here with my dad and my babies (4 dogs, 4 bunnies, 1 turtle, and 1 betta, and all the cats).

Ok, so here's my problem for today. And if anyone reads this or glances at it, please come forth, read this whole entry, and tell me what you think. So, I'm having regrets about this relationship that I'm in. You know, the 7+ years of it? Not as many regrets that she should have, but still some nonetheless. Now the other day, after she came to my house after going out of town, we discussed a few things. I came to the conclusion that she didn't go with who she said was going with her, and actually went alone, which I was against from the beginning. So, with myself cutting her off from whatever else she was about to say, she got upset and asked something along the lines of, "What are we supposed to do if you never believe or trust me." I think I replied with, "Tell the truth?". Anyway, so for about an hour we discussed what's going to happen with our relationship. She wanted to end it, and I was okay with it. She says I play "Dr. Phil" with all my other friends, and when it comes to her, I'm bland and whatever. Now, before her saying that, I had told her, if she's not happy with me, the relationship, etc. then get the fuck out. Right? Does that not makes sense? If you're not happy with it, leave. Period. So, after her saying the whole Dr. Phil comment, I told her that what I just said is what I would've said to anybody else in her situation. We spoke about some other stuff that she can't deal with, like my anger and shit. I showed her the pills I'm taking to "promote a positive mood and emotional balance". And I need that for me, let alone the relationship. So, somehow we left that as it was and went to eat, and everything was fine. Now, while eating, she decides to text this guy about a book, because he works at a bookstore down south and whatever. Cool, go for it. So, she mentioned this story that he told her about a cat, so I said, "Hey ask him if he can find any homes for my cats". So she did, and he asked how'd she get that many, and nowhere did she want to put that they belonged to her boyfriend (me). Evidentally, "because it would confuse him". Ah. Ok, there, Pinocchio. So I explained that if I met some girl and had her number out of the blue, and did the same thing, she'd be angrier than I was. She agreed and "Aw, sorry". Awesome, so she was planning on going to the bookstore the following day, but since they didn't have the book that she asked this freak for, she had no reason to go, right? Wrong! After her dentist's appointment, she got home, and evidentally her brother was there waiting for her to drive him someplace to get a book. "Oh, well, I have the perfect place!", I'm sure he said. Or maybe she just put it in his head that he needed a book. Who knows? I wasn't there. God forbid if I was. I would've had to stay at her house, because she has no boyfriend, remember. Oh, by the by, her mom asked her to take her to the doctor while she was on the way to the dentist, but could she have been able to take her after the dentist? "No way! Bookstore time! Not like I'm in the middle of reading 3 books anyway!" So, me thinking she was coming over today, and how I mentioned it last night, I was thinking she'd come and buy a pair of shoes with me, because I hate shoe stores, and because she said she'd come. But, nope! She has to take her mom to the doctor because of blah blah blah. Yeah, that could've been one yesterday, baby girl. And after she's going to the gym for not one, but two hours! Now, my assumtions and I feel that that's not the entire truth. But wait! There's more, because I forgot to mention it up top! Aside from spontaneously having his number in her phone, and vice versa, as well as him sharing his cute cat story with her, he also let her read quite a bit of a book that the employees have of wierd things happening within the book store. Go firgure, what else is there to fucking do? So she was sitting there telling me why they write it down in the book, and some of the stories that were in there, and what they meant, and who there were from, and when they happened. Wow, that seems a tad bit longer of a conversation than, "Hey, do you have 'One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish' by Dr. Seuss". But, yeah, anyway, that's the end.

 

 

 Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

 Bleh! I feel so nauseous. Wtf? Like, all of a sudden it hit me. Anywho, (btw, I fucking love this song) what else is new for tonight's post? Today was a long day. Loooooooong. Do you understand me?! Oh well. It's over. I text Norberto today. He replied with a witty "Norberto" comment that had Mark and me on the floor. Also, evidentally, somebody had told Norberto that Mark is a little too "huggy" with Roxy, and Norb argued a bit with Roxy about it, and the next day Roxy told Mark, like a "Why the fuck would somebody talk shit?" coversation. Kinda bullshit, when Mark hugs everybody he passes by when gretting. Oh well. -yawn- I'm pretty tired. I was watching "Jumper", but it lost my attention (yes, even when Rachel Bilson is in it -drools-). So, I decided to come and type a bit. So, how are you? Hmm...I saw a pretty cute girl today. Oh well, just worth mentioning I guess. I text my sister to come up to Orlando for HHN 18, while I'm there, but she said no like a fucking loser. George probably wants to go, but will just say no to make her happy and not make her look like the bad guy. You'll already be in Orlando! We've discussed this. You can stay at the hotel I'll be in for one night, and pay half for that night. Drive back the next day. Wth? W/e. I guess that's why she gets on me for planning to do shit I want to do, even though I have hardly any money. Well, I have a credit card that I haven't maxed on stupid shit. And I pay it generously when it's due. So, while the [pricey] expenses of my trip will be on the credit card, I'll still have money in my savings for hotel, food, gas, items etc. While still having money in my checking to back me up on any of that, as well as rent, and my other monthly expenses. Therefore, after the trip, I'll be back on track. Maybe a little further back money wise, however, I know my limits and how to land on my feet. So, before lecturing, just know I'm responsible with my money. Plus, have some sympathy. This will be the start of an annual trip, rather than the semi-annual or tri-annual trips I normally take. Give me a break! Anyway, I think that's all for me. I'll get back to my movie. Less time concentrating on how this girl took getting her brother out of prison, and turned it into a jolly touring event. There's no reason in fucking Hell that if you got him released Sunday, that it takes until Wednesday morning to get the fuck home. BULLSHIT. Whatever you may say is bullshit, my dear. BUT...Gentlemen don't ask questions...

P.S.: Why is it that I doubt she went on this trip with Jessica? Also, why is it that I think she stopped by or is in *or around* Boston?

                                  "...Leaving no question as to where you've been"

So, today was a great day. I had a good night's sleep. A nice relaxed morning. I went to lunch with my sister, my father, and George. Work was easy. We got done an hour early, and just chilled, 'cause nobody knew it.  Had a nice shower. Now, I'm watching Iron Chef America, and in the zone. Battle: Curry! Hah. I wish I knew how to cook. Welp, the remaining of the year should be good. Metallica's album comes out in September. Should be a little more than interesting. Rise Against's album comes out in October, and they're also coming here in October. November and December have yet to suprise me, but Taking Back Sunday can't let me down. Shoot the new album in November!!! Mmm. Fun. Well 'tis all. Tomorrow will be fun! Bbye.

... That is the question.

 Oh, how I hate having information at my fingertips...

 ...If you don't like my rationality. Oh, how the next four days are going to be a treat. Her spic mother doesn't deserve to have 3 fucking children. Given, two of them have fucked up their lives anyhow, but nobody that self-centered should be able to have kids. Btw, what dumb shit can walk on a fucking plane and be okay with gliding through the air with 200 other people. If we were meant to fly, we would've been born with wings. What goes up must come down. That's why cars are set to the floor. Gravity pulls them steady to the ground. You see, ignoring that, and climbing miles and miles into the air, upsets nature. What part don't you fucking get? Anyway, I'm rambling because I'm freaking out. Pardon me.

Somebody, shoot me in the face. I'm picking up some St. John's Wort later today. The shit better fucking work.