| Current mood: |  annoyed |
| Current music: | Tiny Little Fractures ~ snow patrol |
So yeah, I know I havent really updated in a while. There arnt many people who look at this anyway, so it isnt like it really matters all that much. But yeah a whole lot of shit has happened in the last couple of weeks that I really need to bitch about...(I really need to remember to update this thing when I have good news, anyone who reads this must think I am some kind of deranged manic depressive...) but yeah that all set aside. To start off I think I am addicted to cigarettes, and that is a bad thing...i really only started because it was an excuse for me to go outside when I was on duty but im not too worried being that I can control myself from buying them, and the people who I used to smoke with arnt going to be at school for another month, which should give me enough time to get over the nic' fitting. But I can only hope that will be the toughest thing I will ever have to conquer in my life. So I finally have been home (in CT) for an extended period of time and it has been very nice. Last Sunday, I drove down from school in Maine to CT to attend our annual "cousin's club" meeting (a family reunion of sorts) it was very nice to see my relatives. The weather was really crappy, it was torrential rain the whole 4 hours trip down. But hey I guess that is New England for ya.
Tuesday with help from my brother we spent the day moving one of my dads clients into a sort of old age apartment complex of sorts. The man was very nice and seemed like a fairly sane individual, but the other people that lived in the building were a little nuts. They all wanted to know everthing about the person and got very angry when we told them that we really didnt know anything. Then to top it all off, as my brother and I were bringing some furnature up in the elevator a old man gets on with us and starts asking questions about the person that we were moving in. When we told him that it was a man, he got very upset with us and said that we couldnt move any men into his building. Due to the fact that he wanted all the ladies for himself. He went on like this for a while, but before he got off he said somthing that I think will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life "Hey, what can I say! Im 83 years old and my private still gives me the ol' solute every morning." So yeah my brother and I kind of look at each other just trying to figure out if we should cringe or laugh after the guy got out of the elevator. But when all was said and done I was about a hundred bucks richer for about 5 hours of work so I guess I really cant complain too much.........
ahhh crap its 2:00 am...and i am tired...so yeah more later
the lesson for tonight is that decent women have ASSHOLE ADDICTIONS!!!! that is all
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