Dana is a big meanie.

Yeah, I said it. That bitch is MEAN.
and I don’t care if she beats me up after she reads this.
I had a relatively good night.I did drugs, and that’s always fun. I stayed up pretty much all night giggling and having a good ole time…I had fat-boy over…we haven’t talked in months…he had too much drama going on with the baby mama back when we first started talking…so I let him go…and I let him come hang out last night. I ended up taking a pill or two…and just talking his ear off all night. We attempted something…but it just wasn’t working for me. He was trying to ‘make love’…I just wanted to get mine and go to sleep.
My toy, Max…I’m gonna have to put that fucker to sleep. Little bastard bit me the other night while I was trying to put the moves on him…and I guess the plastic has a break in it, and it caught my lip…*giggles*…Let me tell you, it didn’t feel good, and the mood went away. Damnit all to hell.

So, anyways…today we got up and went to Deer Park to pick up my last check, and I’m already in a giggly ass mood, and somehow, it rubs off on Dana.
We’re driving up the road trying to get the 18 wheelers to honk at us…and giving the kids a hard time. That’s always fun.
So after we pick up the check, we’re driving back home, and I need to stop and pee. There just so happens to be a Sonic right there, so we got the kids something to eat. I ordered a M&M blast, and when it got to the window, it just wasn’t right.
It was icy. Ice cream is cold but it’s not supposed to be ICY!
So I told Dana I wanted to get another one…
and this bitch rolls down the window and pushes the little red button…and when the car-hop answers her, she goes…
"yeah my whiny baby sister says her blast tastes funny and she wants another one."
The car-hop asked her to repeat herself…and Dana (and she’s laughing so hard through it all) repeats it again, and I just tell her to have someone come out to the car.
The car-hop comes out…and I gave her the blast…and EVEN she said it DID look FUNNY.
She brings it back out to me, and I’m sitting there, shaking my head because it’s the same as it was the last one they brought to me…and Dana is dying laughing at me…
The car-hop comes back and asks if it’s okay…
Dana tells her, "don’t worry, she’s out on DAY PASS, it’ll be okay."
We laughed the whole way home about my ICY ice cream.
Fucking bitch.
I’m gonna stab her in the highball.
I’m out for now.
I gotta rest up, my fat-boy is coming to hang out again tonight.