Ahh.

Ahh. An entire day off with nothing to really absolutely need to accomplish, ahh. It was spectacular. I talked my little brother (I’ll touch upon that subject again in a moment) into letting me walk him to school instead of drive him so I could get in some exercise/fresh air, etc. I took Charlie (big yellow dog) with me, woo. When we arrived, (15 minutes early thankyouverymuch), my brother noticed that the majority of kids there were wearing D.A.R.E. shirts and apparently  he had no idea about the graduation they were having from it that day (5th grader). So we got to tell the main office he’d be late and walk home, then find his shirt and drive him back over anyway. The environment hates me. When I try to conserve gas and cut back on smog it shits in my nasal cavities in the form of unknown something-in-the-air-growing-outside allergies, then makes me drive and shit back into it’s air anyway. Whatever.

Moving on. By 9 I had accomplished everything I wanted to get done on my days-off spree. Laundry was done, trash was out, etc. I got to the bank and got stamps for my thank-you’s too. I’m absolutely on a roll. Go Me. I watched a documentary on the Backstreet Boys while folding all the remaining my laundry and burning a cotton blossom Bath and Body Works candle from my spending spree. My room’s clean. Clean as in ALL laundry out-of-baskets and into drawers or on hangers and not even a dirty sock to be found clean. As in dusted my entertainment center and set my radio station tuner in chronological order. Fresh pink tie-dyed sheets and  re-hanging the gorgeous curtains. I even took time to perfectly tie them at even heights and everything. As in, clean as fuck.  Yes.

In other news, Micheal Jackson. Only time I’m mentioning this, I feel the need to be a part of the historic day. Jacob and I watched it live on the news when he got home from school. What the effing shit?!? Now I have to take time out of my already jam-packed days to protect my little brother from yet ANOTHER sexual predator loose on the streets. My lord. There goes the neighborhood. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that there probably really wasn’t enough evidence to say he really did some of that nasty shit, but still. Everyone in the world knows he’s a sick fu ck. Yea, he had some hits and a good run as the King of Pop, but it doesn’t change that he’s effing sick. They found child porn, come on…  It was funny, because tonight on the news they had a story about a sexual predator in Boulder who was found with keys to 20 something houses and a detailed map of the neighborhood. Whatever, freaks.

 So, tomorrow I work at 4. Mac and I plan to go shopping before that, but we’ll see what really happens. She’s not exactly reliable. As in today when I called at 9 she’d be over in half an hour, and called 4 hours later saying she’d fallen back asleep. Mhmm. We got stamps and Quiznos, which I found unsatisfactory. Poor me. Tomorrow morning’s shower will consist of suger-scrubbing and shaving, and that makes me insanely happy. Tonight’s will consist of getting the oil outta my hair and that is all. Just FYI. Off to scrub the funk off, yay.