So much for a Marlboro-less life......just yet, anyway

OK. So. I think my weekend got a little screwed up somewhere along the line. I ended up without the guy and with a new pack of cigs. Damn it! That’s not how it was supposed to work. I had to buy a pack on Saturday night (well, technically Sunday morning) after drunk dialing and leaving two crying ex-girlfriend messages on MOMD’s phone. Oops. Let me tell you about hating myself in the morning. The long short of it is he’s an ass. Ready for another theory……here ya go. My new theory is that he can’t get over the fact that I’m the only girl who ever “got to him” and then I had the audacity to break up with him before he wanted it to end, so he’s going to be mad and act like a six year old for the rest of our lives. Well fuck him! The ONLY redemption that I can say I have for that is that first thing I did when when I woke up (head splitting) Sunday afternoon, was send him a text that very clearly said… “Have a nice life…I’m done.” We seem to be getting good at short and sweet, so I thought I’d just continue the trend. I’m not even really all that sure what he said to me that night to get me all riled up…I have an idea, but not a solid enough one to print, but I was pissed, and then depressed, and then, before I could stop myself I was in my car, crying, driving home with the phone to my ear and his number on the dial. Damn, again. I hate it when I do that, but he had me so mad I couldn’t help it. Besides having a few beers, I was crying ALL the way home, so I really couldn’t drive. Probably not the best idea I’ve ever had, but like I said, I was mad and I was not, under any circumstances, staying in that bar…..around him….for another second.
Then, Last night, I almost had to kill my little brother. He is 22 and a guy (which makes him non-sensical already) and he was REALLY REALLY (just for good measure) drunk. Threatening-to-flatten-my-tires and trying-to-punch-out-the-window-in-the-living-room drunk. Really, I think that the police would have considered it justifiable homicide. He was making me crazy. And, we lost all three of our matches at volleyball. So, I finally fell asleep in a quiet brother-less house at 2 AM after his friends came and drug him out of the house so I didn’t have to call the cops and then he comes climbing in the only window in the house I forgot to lock at 5 AM making enough noise to wake the dead. Guess what I’m doing when I get home…...Zzzzzzzzz. I can’t wait. Really. I’m practically falling asleep at my desk.
So, other than those two occurrences, the weekend was pretty bland. I got a new pair of jeans and a few new belts. Ya know…just typical girl stuff, and then the rest of the time I slept. Oh, and I won two poker games, making $50 for the weekend. Overall summary……crazy, but not that unusual for being my life. I just hope next weekend goes better…I don’t thin I can take two in a row.