| So now that everyone in the free world has made it clear how they all feel about my mom can we just drop it? Does anyone have any consideration for how it might make me feel? |
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| Before I actually start this entry I want to make sure that everyone can agree that periodically in our lives we make decisions that really suck and end up screwing us in the end. Everyone agree? Okay, good. Daniel got a DUI a couple of months ago and hired an attorney to take care of everything. His attorney took his money and told him not to worry about anything, that he would call us before his first court date to let us know what's going on. Well the mother fucker never called and didn't bother to go to court for him either so now Daniel's got a warrant out for his arrest. His attorney has told us for the last almost week that he was going to take care of it but conveniently had an excuse every day. Finally, about two days ago, I guess he ran out of excuses because he just quit answering Daniel's phone calls. So now we're out 500 bucks, Daniel's got warrants, and we're not sure how to navigate the legal system well enough to tell them that it was a big mistake and that he's not trying to jump bail or screw off or anything, that he really does want to pay the blood suckers and get on with his life. If you ever get into a legal bind feel free to not choose Robert Eliot Sisson as your attorney. He's a shit fucker. |
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| So my dad calls me up yesterday in his usual mood and tells me that instead of bringing us out to see him in Ohio in August he's just going to come out here for a week. He said it was because he had the month off. We talked for a little bit before it dawned on me to ask him why he had a month off. This is the point of the conversation where he informed me that he had Crohn's Disease. That's pretty rocktastic. Apparently nobody is really for certain what causes Crohn's Disease but most believe it is hereditary. This is so much cooler because I just lover worrying that I may have passed on a gene to my son for a horribly painful disease that slowly eats away at your bowels. I'm so excited about this it's not even funny. To put it like Jack Nicholson, some lucky guy somewhere is having a heart attack. |
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| I'm completely obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance? Not only do you get to watch people dance like total badass-i (get it, cause there's more than one!) but it's also a gateway to awesome music. I finally took a week break from wii fit and my legs feel semi-normal again. Bought time damnit. I am going to make some sort of contraption that allows me to wear my laptop on my chest so that I can write on Xanga and dance to American Boy at the same time. I'll be rich bitch! |
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| I make the bombest pies... ...Betty Crocker ain't got nothin' on me. |
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