R.I.P Ralphy c.1996-2007
Last night my parent's cat Ralphy passed away. He died at 10 p.m. at our vet's office. He had stopped drinking and eating and was just moping around the house.
Ralphy was a special cat. Him and his brother Buzz were actually born in Singapore and my brother brought him back with him when the Navy transferred him to Corpus Cristi. My parents eventually adopted them from my brother and have lived with my parents for many years. He loved my dad most of all and would sit on his lap like a little kid. He was a sweet cat to everyone he met, even my dog Belle. I know some people may think it silly to get choked up over a little cat, but I think that he really loved us and I know he loved him. Just a few days before he died, his brother Buzz jumped up on the chair with Ralphy and groomed him. He never did this, it was always Ralphy grooming him. I think he was saying goodbye. Goodbye Ralphy we will miss you so much.
Last night my parent's cat Ralphy passed away. He died at 10 p.m. at our vet's office. He had stopped drinking and eating and was just moping around the house.
Ralphy was a special cat. Him and his brother Buzz were actually born in Singapore and my brother brought him back with him when the Navy transferred him to Corpus Cristi. My parents eventually adopted them from my brother and have lived with my parents for many years. He loved my dad most of all and would sit on his lap like a little kid. He was a sweet cat to everyone he met, even my dog Belle. I know some people may think it silly to get choked up over a little cat, but I think that he really loved us and I know he loved him. Just a few days before he died, his brother Buzz jumped up on the chair with Ralphy and groomed him. He never did this, it was always Ralphy grooming him. I think he was saying goodbye. Goodbye Ralphy we will miss you so much.
So yesterday I helped a friend move some stuff into an apartment. He's been having relationship problems and rented this place over a year ago as a place to "escape". Anyways I helped him move some shit from a to b and then we had lunch. He also filled my gas tank which was nice cuz it costs about $50 to fill the fucking thing now.
ok..
Now the "exciting part".
As I was driving home I heard a loud banging sound under my truck. I was already in the left lane and I pulled over thinking I had blown a tire or something. OR SOMETHING. I get out of the car and step into a half inch of gasoline that is VERY rapidly leaking from the gas tank. I turn off my truck and get the fuck away from it. So I call 911. Yeah. at 355pm. AT 410pm..nothing no firetruck or cop....nada. SO I call again. This time they say someone is on the way...sure they are. So Like 10 more minutes and a Dallas Sheriff deputy shows up. Then TWO LARGE firetrucks show up. So now there are about 7 firefighters there and they see the huge gas puddle. They put kitty litter on it and scram. They looked really disappointed that my car hadn't blown up or something. Now I'm trying to call Shinae and tell her what is happening but I can't really hear that well being on the side of a busy busy highway during rush hour. Oh I forgot to tell you the best part. I'm stranded on an overpass. I heard the banging and pulled over immediately. So every time a whole bunch of cars pass or say like 3 or 4 semi trucks the WHOLE BRIDGE SHAKES. Now I know they are meant to do this but still IT'S FUCKING SCARY.
So we are waiting for the tow truck and I still can't reach Shinae. I sat in the back of the cop car (fun) and make some calls. I can't reach her cuz my asshole friend I helped move changed her number in my phone to 888 sex number when i left my phone on the table at lunch. (he thought it would be funny) But since my phone sucks and I could barely hear anything, I couldn't tell that he fucked with her number.
OK. So I call my parents and tell them to call her and explain what the fuck is happening. By this point the tow truck is here and now it's starting to rain. The whole time I'm on this stupid overpass, I can see loads of lightning and I figure it's just a matter o time until the rain starts. Oh also on top of all this other shit, the battery in my cell phone is dying and no I don't have a car charger.
We get the truck loaded up and we head back to Forney to a mechanic I have used once before. It's raining so hard I can't see the road. The driver reached into a cooler and asks if I would like a DR Pepper. Fuck yes I would.
So we arrive at the mechanic and we unload the truck. They look underneath and find the culprit: a cargo strap I had in the bed of the truck had some how gotten wrapped around the drive shaft and then the hook at the end had hit the gas tank hard enough to put a hole in it. Shit. Damn it and Fuck. So the mechanic tells me he'll call me tomorrow with an estimate and when he can get it done. I pay the tow truck driver ($185 for 26 miles, nice racket huh?) and he drops me off at home.
Moral of this story (there are many):
1. Never help anyone move with your truck ....ever.. that's what fucking U-Haul is for.
2. Never pull over if you're on an overpass. It's very dangerous.
3. Never leave cargo straps in the back of your truck. It's a one in a billion chance this could happen to someone else, but shit why tempt fate.
4. Never turn your back on someone when your cell phone is out. They might fuck with you.
There were more but I can't remember them now.
ok..
Now the "exciting part".
As I was driving home I heard a loud banging sound under my truck. I was already in the left lane and I pulled over thinking I had blown a tire or something. OR SOMETHING. I get out of the car and step into a half inch of gasoline that is VERY rapidly leaking from the gas tank. I turn off my truck and get the fuck away from it. So I call 911. Yeah. at 355pm. AT 410pm..nothing no firetruck or cop....nada. SO I call again. This time they say someone is on the way...sure they are. So Like 10 more minutes and a Dallas Sheriff deputy shows up. Then TWO LARGE firetrucks show up. So now there are about 7 firefighters there and they see the huge gas puddle. They put kitty litter on it and scram. They looked really disappointed that my car hadn't blown up or something. Now I'm trying to call Shinae and tell her what is happening but I can't really hear that well being on the side of a busy busy highway during rush hour. Oh I forgot to tell you the best part. I'm stranded on an overpass. I heard the banging and pulled over immediately. So every time a whole bunch of cars pass or say like 3 or 4 semi trucks the WHOLE BRIDGE SHAKES. Now I know they are meant to do this but still IT'S FUCKING SCARY.
So we are waiting for the tow truck and I still can't reach Shinae. I sat in the back of the cop car (fun) and make some calls. I can't reach her cuz my asshole friend I helped move changed her number in my phone to 888 sex number when i left my phone on the table at lunch. (he thought it would be funny) But since my phone sucks and I could barely hear anything, I couldn't tell that he fucked with her number.
OK. So I call my parents and tell them to call her and explain what the fuck is happening. By this point the tow truck is here and now it's starting to rain. The whole time I'm on this stupid overpass, I can see loads of lightning and I figure it's just a matter o time until the rain starts. Oh also on top of all this other shit, the battery in my cell phone is dying and no I don't have a car charger.
We get the truck loaded up and we head back to Forney to a mechanic I have used once before. It's raining so hard I can't see the road. The driver reached into a cooler and asks if I would like a DR Pepper. Fuck yes I would.
So we arrive at the mechanic and we unload the truck. They look underneath and find the culprit: a cargo strap I had in the bed of the truck had some how gotten wrapped around the drive shaft and then the hook at the end had hit the gas tank hard enough to put a hole in it. Shit. Damn it and Fuck. So the mechanic tells me he'll call me tomorrow with an estimate and when he can get it done. I pay the tow truck driver ($185 for 26 miles, nice racket huh?) and he drops me off at home.
Moral of this story (there are many):
1. Never help anyone move with your truck ....ever.. that's what fucking U-Haul is for.
2. Never pull over if you're on an overpass. It's very dangerous.
3. Never leave cargo straps in the back of your truck. It's a one in a billion chance this could happen to someone else, but shit why tempt fate.
4. Never turn your back on someone when your cell phone is out. They might fuck with you.
There were more but I can't remember them now.
happy fart of july.
I'm not doing shit today and I feel like shit too. How ironic. I've had this virus crap kicking my ass for the last week or so. I have been hitting it with everything but the kitchen sick, but the fucker just won't die. Benedril, sudafed, mucinex, vicodin cough syrup (i love dating a nurse), large amounts of Vitamin C, accupuncture for my sinuses (you sure can't say I'm not trying.) I keep having that KMFDM song stuck in my head....virus....gonna kill ya...
I'm not doing shit today and I feel like shit too. How ironic. I've had this virus crap kicking my ass for the last week or so. I have been hitting it with everything but the kitchen sick, but the fucker just won't die. Benedril, sudafed, mucinex, vicodin cough syrup (i love dating a nurse), large amounts of Vitamin C, accupuncture for my sinuses (you sure can't say I'm not trying.) I keep having that KMFDM song stuck in my head....virus....gonna kill ya...
Dear asshole piece of shit motherfucker(s),
Thanks for breaking into my truck today while I was at MY JOB and stealing my radio and my bluetooth headset for my phone. Thanks for smashing my window and filling my passenger side of my truck with "safety" glass (which can still cut you btw). Now instead of having a leisurely Saturday, I will now have to figure out how to get my window replaced on a weekend and be without a radio until I get a chance to buy a new one. Thanks for causing me additional stress and pissing me the fuck off while at work. Maybe you should start having unprotected sex with hookers, start using heroin and maybe catch cancer while you're at it. Cancer of the colon would be nice but any incurable kind would do. I hope your genitals rot and fall off before you can reproduce and create more criminal scumfucks. When you finally do get caught, please resist arrest so the cops CAN BEAT THE HOLY SHIT OUTTA YOU. And then while you're in jail, I hope you get violently ass raped everyday of your sentence. No vasoline.
Love
chris
Thanks for breaking into my truck today while I was at MY JOB and stealing my radio and my bluetooth headset for my phone. Thanks for smashing my window and filling my passenger side of my truck with "safety" glass (which can still cut you btw). Now instead of having a leisurely Saturday, I will now have to figure out how to get my window replaced on a weekend and be without a radio until I get a chance to buy a new one. Thanks for causing me additional stress and pissing me the fuck off while at work. Maybe you should start having unprotected sex with hookers, start using heroin and maybe catch cancer while you're at it. Cancer of the colon would be nice but any incurable kind would do. I hope your genitals rot and fall off before you can reproduce and create more criminal scumfucks. When you finally do get caught, please resist arrest so the cops CAN BEAT THE HOLY SHIT OUTTA YOU. And then while you're in jail, I hope you get violently ass raped everyday of your sentence. No vasoline.
Love
chris
OK. I started that new job at the studio last monday. It's going really good. I work 8 to 5 with an hour for lunch. I'm also gonna get my first paycheck May 5 (just in time for the Ministry/Revolting Cocks show on sunday may 7th). I'm really excited to have steady employment and to also be closer to shooting. I did shoot some stuff on Friday, FABRIC SAMPLES!!. I know. Very exciting. It really is however. I will be doing all the imaging for this particular client until they hire someone new and I'm no longer THE NEW GUY. Then the new new guy will do it.
So Friday night I shot a death metal band in Lewisville. The guitarist works for Nikon and can hook me up with a sizeable discount on new equipment, which is the only reason why I said yes to this job. They were super loud and I didn't wear earplugs cuz I'm stupid. My ears were ringing still the next day when I assisted a photographer at the Shiner Bash in Grand Prarie at Nokia Live. HORRIBLE FUCKING NO TALENT ASS CLOWN COUNTRY SHIT BANDS. Enough said. But I made money.
Now here's where the fun began. After this job was over, the photographer and I drove to Rockwall to his mother's house and crashed for a few hours. Then we got up at 1am and drove 4 hours to La Grange to shoot the second day of the Houston to Austin Multiple Sclerosis 150 bike ride (in reality it's 165 miles). 15,000 riders..FIFTEEN THOOOOUUUUSAND. (THAT'S A LOT) We had to be there at 530 when they started riding the second day of the ride. We shot them all day either from the truck while moving or driving ahead of the pack and shooting them as they passed. The photographer got some real amazing shots and it was really amazing to see all of those riders. There were some truely huge hills and I was told that some riders would top 40+ MPH on some of them.. That is just crazy. So we fueled ourselves with huge amounts of caffeine and sugar and just kept working. I drove along side the riders on the wrong side of the road on these country roads in the middle of nowhere. It was rather nerve wracking. I had to be on the look out for the riders, for other officials from the event and stupid hicks driving 60 past 1,000s of riders. And all of this on 1 HOUR OF SLEEP. We finally go finished in Austin around 3PM or so. I was so drained. I was starting to crash from my 14 or so hour caffeine binge and lack of food. We met my brother at Whole Foods for lunch and then Dave drove me to the airport.
Flight 630pm
delayed until 730pm
delayed until 755pm
finally arrived in Dallas at 9ish.
SW airlines for some reason never posted what baggage claim our bags were coming to. I found out when this chick that was on my plane saw here bag and went running for it. ok. got my shit...drove home...passed out. GOT UP AT 6 TO GO TO WORK.
the end
So Friday night I shot a death metal band in Lewisville. The guitarist works for Nikon and can hook me up with a sizeable discount on new equipment, which is the only reason why I said yes to this job. They were super loud and I didn't wear earplugs cuz I'm stupid. My ears were ringing still the next day when I assisted a photographer at the Shiner Bash in Grand Prarie at Nokia Live. HORRIBLE FUCKING NO TALENT ASS CLOWN COUNTRY SHIT BANDS. Enough said. But I made money.
Now here's where the fun began. After this job was over, the photographer and I drove to Rockwall to his mother's house and crashed for a few hours. Then we got up at 1am and drove 4 hours to La Grange to shoot the second day of the Houston to Austin Multiple Sclerosis 150 bike ride (in reality it's 165 miles). 15,000 riders..FIFTEEN THOOOOUUUUSAND. (THAT'S A LOT) We had to be there at 530 when they started riding the second day of the ride. We shot them all day either from the truck while moving or driving ahead of the pack and shooting them as they passed. The photographer got some real amazing shots and it was really amazing to see all of those riders. There were some truely huge hills and I was told that some riders would top 40+ MPH on some of them.. That is just crazy. So we fueled ourselves with huge amounts of caffeine and sugar and just kept working. I drove along side the riders on the wrong side of the road on these country roads in the middle of nowhere. It was rather nerve wracking. I had to be on the look out for the riders, for other officials from the event and stupid hicks driving 60 past 1,000s of riders. And all of this on 1 HOUR OF SLEEP. We finally go finished in Austin around 3PM or so. I was so drained. I was starting to crash from my 14 or so hour caffeine binge and lack of food. We met my brother at Whole Foods for lunch and then Dave drove me to the airport.
Flight 630pm
delayed until 730pm
delayed until 755pm
finally arrived in Dallas at 9ish.
SW airlines for some reason never posted what baggage claim our bags were coming to. I found out when this chick that was on my plane saw here bag and went running for it. ok. got my shit...drove home...passed out. GOT UP AT 6 TO GO TO WORK.
the end
well I went out to Dallas today to talk with that studio about the photo assisting job. and...I'm taking it. I'll start out assisting and be trained to shoot. After 3 months I also get a nice raise. Full benefits....OT...insurance....it's about time something good happened to me....!!!! 
Wow. Beena while since I updated so here i goes. Last week I worked freelance doing retouching at Dillards all week. It rocked...i rocked..enough said. I think they were very happy with my work and how fast I got it all done. I really really really would love to be there fulltime. Maybe it will happen. OK now the weekend. Last weekend was rather eventful. Saturday I photographed a huge MS charity walk in Addison. Musta been about 7 or 800 people walking in that one. Also there was a small blues festival and stuff for the kiddos. Also there was a car show along with it. Something fo everybudy. Loads of people bring dogs to thee walks and I musta see and shot about every breed there is. Crazy stuff. Operation Kindness was there too with 5 SUPER CUTE black lab puppies. Damn cute. They knew how to work the cuteness. OK so I was there about 5 hours and headed home. I shot almost 400 photos while there. The next day, Sunday, I was busy all day. The afternoon had me in Dallas at Holli and Damon's for a kick ass BBQ/engagement par T. Shot more photos. Crazy people shots of crazy people (dshade69crazydrug5beropticdj_perdj_sonofsamiamholli). Ate good food and met some of their friends I had never met before. Cool stuff. But, I couldn't stay as long as I'd wanted to cuz I had to go to the Rollerderby in Arlington. It was my first and I went with elmnopo and E. Wow what a fun time I had. Got some decent pics and whist photographing by the edge of the track, got hit 4 times by rollergirls crashing. Rather crazy really. Got to see my friend S. skate and her team kicked major ass. I also ran into a guy I used to hang out with like 11 years ago. That was cool to see him. I had to work the next day so I jetted a little early. Out in the parking lot I heard someone say my name and saw that it was a good friend of mine from my Community College days that I hadn't seen in like 4 years atleast. He's a photograher too and we used to do shows together. Got invited to his G/fs teams afterparty but I wussed out cuz I had to work early.
This whole last week I worked for a new shooter and we were doing stuff for a African American hairhair company. We were shooting stuff for packaging images and print ads at this awesome studio in Dallas called Splashlight Studios. Super cool place. OK that brings us to last night. After work, I had a small shooting job at a hotel in Dallas. Myself and two friends of mine were acting like paparatzi (the scumbags), and shooting a girl as she left a hotel. Her dad set it up to surprise her. It worked well and then went back to FT Worth. I hung out with the guys and then went home. I had to download the images and make then look decent and E-mail them to the client. My flash somehow got stuck on my camera and I couldn't get it off. in the process I broke the fuckign lens I had on the camera. and the fuckign flash is still stuck on the camera. Oh well., Shit fucking happens.
I have today off and I'm going Mountain biking withjohnnygomez and superrice in a little bit. I haven't been in a long time and it should be fun.
This whole last week I worked for a new shooter and we were doing stuff for a African American hairhair company. We were shooting stuff for packaging images and print ads at this awesome studio in Dallas called Splashlight Studios. Super cool place. OK that brings us to last night. After work, I had a small shooting job at a hotel in Dallas. Myself and two friends of mine were acting like paparatzi (the scumbags), and shooting a girl as she left a hotel. Her dad set it up to surprise her. It worked well and then went back to FT Worth. I hung out with the guys and then went home. I had to download the images and make then look decent and E-mail them to the client. My flash somehow got stuck on my camera and I couldn't get it off. in the process I broke the fuckign lens I had on the camera. and the fuckign flash is still stuck on the camera. Oh well., Shit fucking happens.
I have today off and I'm going Mountain biking withjohnnygomez and superrice in a little bit. I haven't been in a long time and it should be fun.
To anyone that lives in Denton, TX : I'm gonna have one of my photos published tomorrow (i Think) in a story about the Denton MS Walk that was on Saturday.
Really today wasn't all that bad. Until tonight. More on that later.
I got up at the buttcrack of dawn to go shoot a Charity Event for the Multiple Sclerosis Society. I have photographed many of their fundraising events over the last few years. My mom has MS and I really like to volunteer these guys anyway that I can. So I drive to Denton in the pouring rain and I get there and the event is still on. Long and the short of it: it stopped raining for most of the walk and then after about 50% of the people that participated had finished, it starting raining. very very hard. Oh and in the meantime I locked my keys in my truck. DOH. My dad drove all the way up from FT Worth with a spare. I owe him a big ass favor. So after all that, I go home...again the rain. I got home downloaded and burned the images that I shot and then headed off to a paying gig I had at 5 in Dallas. I assisted this guy shooting a wedding. Turns out he's not a wedding photographer but a architectural photographer doing a favor for the bride and groom. Turns out he's friends with both of them. OK so after shooting a billion photos we are done and I head home.
On the way home I called my friend elmnopo to see what him and his bro superrice are up to. By this point it's 11pm and I'm tired as hell. I thought about going home but I went and met up with them at the Fox and Hound that we always hang at. I'm a regular there (even though I don't drink anymore) and everyone who works there knows me. So we're shooting pool and this way drunk motherfucker comes up to us and starts saying he wants to play us for money. We tell him no thanks and maybe that guy over there would play him for money. He goes and talks to this other dude and then comes back and starts talking shit. By this time it was just me and superrice cuz elmnopo went to pee. So he;s saying shit like hey why did you tell me that guy would play for money? I say we didn't say he would, just that he might. Then I'm looking at him and apparently his drunk stupid spoiled TCU frat boy fucking shithead self, thinks I wanna start a fight. So very uncharacteristic of me, I get in the guys face and tell him to fuck off and leave us alone. He says would wanna fight and I said ok fucker let's do it, hoping that we don't get to that point. He wants to take it outside and on our way out one of his frat boy cocksucker friends comes and tries to diffuse the situation and go back to playing pool. I can see them talking about us and hear them say they're gonna jump us in the parking lot like we're in fucking high school or some shit. Oh he called me a fag at one point too...how edgy. Anyways, we got back to playing pool and then decide we're gonna leave. We pay our tabs and head outside. And guess who comes out too...you guessed it. So i go to the asshole's friend "look I appologize for being rude but your friend was talking shit and I wasn't in the mood for it." He says ok and we shake hands. Oh I also said I heard them talking about kicking my ass when I got outside. Guess they think I'm deaf and couldn't hear them talking about me. So I say this to them and they guy who started this whole shit won't appologize or accept my appology. Fine fuck him, they go back inside and I leave, watching my rearview mirror the whole way home on the odd chance they are following me. Guess they weren't. Now I'm home and pissed. Motherfuckers tried starting shit in my HOUSE...a place where I go seriously like 4 times a week atleast. Fuckers.
I got up at the buttcrack of dawn to go shoot a Charity Event for the Multiple Sclerosis Society. I have photographed many of their fundraising events over the last few years. My mom has MS and I really like to volunteer these guys anyway that I can. So I drive to Denton in the pouring rain and I get there and the event is still on. Long and the short of it: it stopped raining for most of the walk and then after about 50% of the people that participated had finished, it starting raining. very very hard. Oh and in the meantime I locked my keys in my truck. DOH. My dad drove all the way up from FT Worth with a spare. I owe him a big ass favor. So after all that, I go home...again the rain. I got home downloaded and burned the images that I shot and then headed off to a paying gig I had at 5 in Dallas. I assisted this guy shooting a wedding. Turns out he's not a wedding photographer but a architectural photographer doing a favor for the bride and groom. Turns out he's friends with both of them. OK so after shooting a billion photos we are done and I head home.
On the way home I called my friend elmnopo to see what him and his bro superrice are up to. By this point it's 11pm and I'm tired as hell. I thought about going home but I went and met up with them at the Fox and Hound that we always hang at. I'm a regular there (even though I don't drink anymore) and everyone who works there knows me. So we're shooting pool and this way drunk motherfucker comes up to us and starts saying he wants to play us for money. We tell him no thanks and maybe that guy over there would play him for money. He goes and talks to this other dude and then comes back and starts talking shit. By this time it was just me and superrice cuz elmnopo went to pee. So he;s saying shit like hey why did you tell me that guy would play for money? I say we didn't say he would, just that he might. Then I'm looking at him and apparently his drunk stupid spoiled TCU frat boy fucking shithead self, thinks I wanna start a fight. So very uncharacteristic of me, I get in the guys face and tell him to fuck off and leave us alone. He says would wanna fight and I said ok fucker let's do it, hoping that we don't get to that point. He wants to take it outside and on our way out one of his frat boy cocksucker friends comes and tries to diffuse the situation and go back to playing pool. I can see them talking about us and hear them say they're gonna jump us in the parking lot like we're in fucking high school or some shit. Oh he called me a fag at one point too...how edgy. Anyways, we got back to playing pool and then decide we're gonna leave. We pay our tabs and head outside. And guess who comes out too...you guessed it. So i go to the asshole's friend "look I appologize for being rude but your friend was talking shit and I wasn't in the mood for it." He says ok and we shake hands. Oh I also said I heard them talking about kicking my ass when I got outside. Guess they think I'm deaf and couldn't hear them talking about me. So I say this to them and they guy who started this whole shit won't appologize or accept my appology. Fine fuck him, they go back inside and I leave, watching my rearview mirror the whole way home on the odd chance they are following me. Guess they weren't. Now I'm home and pissed. Motherfuckers tried starting shit in my HOUSE...a place where I go seriously like 4 times a week atleast. Fuckers.
Monday- discovered I had a cracked windshield
- called Dillards and got no answer about that new job
- Got a last minute call for a photoshoot Tuesday night. good money.
Tuesday- Called around for new windshield prices...about $200
- Did photoshoot, everything went good.
Wednesday- Called Dillards and was told they aren't gonna hire anybody fulltime for the retouching position, they are gonna use freelancers...fuck
Thursday- Got new windshield
- went to Dr to get my neck and shoulder looked at and got a manipulation (osteopathic DRs are the stuff man I tells ya)
- Spent $42 for a tank of gas...fucking greedy oil barons
Friday- So far I have
-brought the lawn mower to get fixed
- got coffee
- found out it's gonna rain ALL FUCKING WEEKEND...DAMN IT
- called Dillards and got no answer about that new job
- Got a last minute call for a photoshoot Tuesday night. good money.
Tuesday- Called around for new windshield prices...about $200
- Did photoshoot, everything went good.
Wednesday- Called Dillards and was told they aren't gonna hire anybody fulltime for the retouching position, they are gonna use freelancers...fuck
Thursday- Got new windshield
- went to Dr to get my neck and shoulder looked at and got a manipulation (osteopathic DRs are the stuff man I tells ya)
- Spent $42 for a tank of gas...fucking greedy oil barons
Friday- So far I have
-brought the lawn mower to get fixed
- got coffee
- found out it's gonna rain ALL FUCKING WEEKEND...DAMN IT
