Sheeeeit

Wow. It's been awhile since I've added to this nonsense. Much has happened. Too much to go into in detail. I'll try to keep it short.

Where to begin?

THE FLOOD


My house flooded. It sucked. All of my possessions (that I didn't lose to the muddy, fetid water) are spread out all over the house. Total, disorganized chaos. I've been sleeping on a futon that was apparently put on this earth for one reason- to ruin my slumber. It sucks.


D.U.I.


My gal, Rad Lass, got a D.U.I. on (not so) Good Friday. She was so despondent over this development, two weeks later she wrecked her car, and acquired a second D.U.I. I feel awful about the whole thing, because both times, I let her drive.

The first time, she wasn't actually that hammered, and we were only a few minutes from my house. She was following me home, and got pulled over literally a half-mile from my place. The cops were being douchebags, and busted her. Shit.

The second time, we had gotten into a big argument (no, I'm not going into details-suffice to say, we were both wrong) and, frustrated and at wit's end, I let her drive away. This time, she was hammered. She kissed a tree a few miles from my place, and got her encore D.U.I.

Words cannot express how fucking terrible I feel about the whole thing. I love my girlfriend, yet I let my emotions and bullshit male ego cloud my judgment. My lack of patience almost got Rad Lass killed (in fact, the fellas at the impound yard couldn't believe that she wasn't seriousy hurt in the crash, considering the damage done to her Jetta), and I usually pride myself on being calm and centered.

I fucked up.

I'm just glad that she's okay, and it gave us both some much needed perspective ("Too much fucking perspective."). It's going to be a bit challenging to coordinate our schedules with Rad Lass having no license, but I think it will all work out. My shit's pretty flexible, and she doesn't live all that far away. So far, she's been able to get to and from work, between me and her folks hooking her up with rides. I know it sucks for her, and I know it's lousy not being able to drive. She's (understandably) embarrassed about the whole thing, but, she's a tough chick (one of the 1,968,977 reasons I love her), and she shall overcome.

Damn, I didn't mean to type all of that. I guess its been weighing heavily on my mind, and I needed to get it out. I'm a fairy.


In other news, I'm going to bed now. I'm tired. Notice I didn't type "I'm going to sleep," because I know what horrors this (and every) night holds for me. That Fucking Futon. I can't wait to get the flood insurance check from State Farm, so I can rebuild Club Infartos, and get a good night's sleep again.

After the reconstruction, we're going to sell the house, and I'll have to get a dumpy, little apartment somewhere. It's going to be a big adjustment, since I've been in this house for as long as I can remember, but a part of me is looking forward to the change.

Who am I kidding, I'll be sleeping in a van down by the river, and blogging from the public library.

Just like Jewel, but with nice teeth.

And (slightly) smaller breasts.


Damn, it feels good to blog again.

-Shawn