Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

As most of you know about my life and all the shit that goes along with it, this weekend I would have to say went on without a hitch. Friday, I hung out with my buds and we watched ‘Ricky Bobby” and grilled steaks, and then Saturday night I had dinner with friends and partied like a rock star that night a Compound.

I got to hang out with friends I haven’t seen in months and I got to drink like I was 21!!! Sunday, I had brunch with some folks, who were not able to make it out the pervious night, so we had bloody marries and talked about everything. It is nice to just hang with friends and catch up with our lives. After brunch, I met with a friend who was moving to Ole Miss for grad school, so I talked to him for a bit and then drove out to see my God son. I spent all day with Remi, Karla and Marcus running around town, had some dinner and then played with the baby. Marcus will be 12 months in Oct, but he is wearing 24-month clothes. This kid is a future line backer.

Monday was my birthday and I had another super-duper day by spending lunch with my old roomy and her son, and then had dinner with my family. At dinner my dad surprised me with the staff of the restaurant singing “happy birthday” to me with a fucking moose puppet and then I had to kiss the damn thing. I was so embarrassed, but I guessed it was nice that my dad thought of doing that for me.

Tuesday is when I headed back to VA and I got a call for my bank. It seems that someone stole my ATM card number and had taken ALL my fuckin’ money out of my account and my bank was nice enough to call me. They saw a $1,200 purchase at some dress shop and then some major purchases at Bed, Bath and Beyond. They felt those were odd purchases and thought they would call me to confirm them.

I was sitting at my gate at the airport about to snap when I was talking to the bank rep. I did all in my power not to use any four letter words or make my volume go above my inside voice. I explained to the lady that money in that account was also to pay my mortgage, which was coming out tomorrow, and I was about to bounce that payment. Not to mention I had no fucking money to my name, and I needed to get money out when I landed to get a fucking cab!

Oh did I mention the laptop I got for my birthday didn’t seem to work, so I had to return it at Best Buy before I headed to the air port and that took 45 mins to figure that shit out. I just can’t seem to win no matter what I do, or what I try to do. I guess my now motto is going to be FUCK YOU. I mean why not, since the world has been sticking its dick up my ass, so why can’t I just say Fuck You to the world. So the next time you wanna tell me your story and you want to know what I think…here’s my answer “FUCK YOU!”

I have to say; so far being 31 is the best. I highly recommend it!

Peace,
DeMo