Mood:  irritated

From the previous entry: Lisa e-mailed me on Sunday (AFTER BLOWING UP MY PHONE FOR AN HOUR ON SATURDAY) asking for my home address because she wanted to send me something. Why does that sound like "put address into Mapquest and we'll send us" to me?

Jesus tap-dancing Christ, that TOTALLY FUCKING HAPPENED! And the craziest part? I didn't give them my goddamned address! I don't know if they looked it up using the reverse phone number thing or if Lisa just found it somewhere in her stuff, but they showed up to my goddamned house yesterday. That is so fucking pressed; it's not that serious. We were at home minding our own business, (I was on the third step from the bottom going to the kitchen) when someone starts beating on the door (I had a really bad feeling about that). My step-dad peeped out the window in the kitchen (and they saw him) and told me someone with a baby was outside. I told him to not open the door, but he told me to go to the basement and he told them I wasn't home. Then they asked him when I would return and he was like "I don't know!" I can't even wrap my head around that. If I really wanted to see Ashley and her baby, I would have put in some effort to, and not put it into avoiding them.

God, they make me not even want to check my e-mail, well, that account anyway. I might go into it much later today, you know, late enough so they don't climb into a car and drive over here again. Jesus wept, that is so ridiculous. You know another thing that pisses me off, is that whenever they wanted to go out or we were already out and they offered to pick me up or drive me home, whenever I told them where I lived, I got, "Damn, you live out the way!" I still can't believe they are that obsessed with me getting to see the baby of some chick that I stopped communicating with over a year ago, mostly to do with her whorish ways. Maybe that's a bit harsh, but hello, it's called protection, use it. That's fine that she married the father of the baby, but the fact that she was pregnant by a different guy a couple of months before this kid's conception, had a miscarriage, then kept on having unprotected sex is just a bit fast for me.

In the e-mail Ashley sent me that mentioned her "sub-unit" (Eww, that's just a gross term to call your kid to me), she "need to tell you about all the hot british ass I've been nailing...well the only british ass I've nailed (I know you told me to nail one it each kingdom, but I couldn't tear myself from the first one I could find.." FAIL. Yeah, sure the ONLY guy, since she got married. I probably jokingly told her to get with the hot guys, but that was all her that tried to shag most of the United Kingdom. She would call and say she was with one guy "Chris". The next week it would be "Adam". Then I would ask what happened to Chris, she would say "he got deployed." Okay, not her fault, but one week later damn. Then she'd give Adam the boot for "Sam". Why? Because she wasn't looking for anything serious, but Adam was. Maybe laughing at these stories sounded like encouragement, but not really. Unless she's saying she went back to the first guy she was banging, then she's just lying. Unless she made up all those other guys for my enjoyment, which wasn't necessary. Still, she's totally lying, because when she got pregnant with this kid, I asked if the father was the same guy as the first and she said no.

I just looked it up and maybe I'll take this down a notch because she was engaged about 2 months before she got pregnant again. Still, she was moving really fast, but if she's happy then go on being happy. I like a life where my biggest worry at the moment is if I'll like the new Super Bowl rings (rumor has it they'll be unveiled June 9). Sure there are much more pressing matters at hand, but that's all I care about.

I'm sorry, but it is me. I'm not that fond of small children, maybe it will change if I have my own, but at this moment, no. I'll even be big enough to admit slight jealousy. Not jealous of having a kid, but more like a life. I want one, but not with them in it. I feel like a complete alien when I'm with them. We have nothing in common than we went to the same high school, and talking about high school gets old. If they ask what have I been up to, the answer is fucking nothing, but because I don't talk to them all the time, they don't believe it. And I've never been one that wants to hear about baby stories, most of them are boring and if we went out and Ashley launches into her labor and delivery story, I'd freak. I can't watch that shit on TV without changing the channel a dozen times due to my extreme discomfort with childbirth. Even the dramatized ones, like on the show I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. The stories are re-enactments, so they're not really showing things too gross, but it still flips me out.

Well, this has been negative enough, I just had to come and post about how ridiculously right I was. And the weird thing is that is something I wasn't really pressed to be right about. The fact that they went above and beyond to find my address and drag Ashley's kid to meet me (who would not even remember me anyway) is just mind-boggling. I guess some would find it flattering, I think it's annoying.

To bring a smile back to my face, I gotta post a picture of my Snookie. I wish I could have one from the White House, but there weren't really any good ones where he was by himself. The best one was of a group picture where someone went in tight, and  he was on the edge of the left. Maybe next time; however, here's a photo of Hines, Bus, and Ben at the Divisional Round Playoff game against the Chargers. I miss Bussie so much, and you can see his big-ass Super Bowl ring on his finger.

I'm phasing.