B.a.D Renovatu

It means "rebirth" in latin. Just trying to culture some of you up a bit.

Not trying to be dramatic, not trying to bum anybody out, just thinking out loud, so to speak.

Today is one of those days when you look back at the last week, possibly the craziest week, of your life, look back, and think how different your life was just a short month and a half ago.

So I'm sitting here trying to recall the last few days of a soap opera that has become my life. Actually, soap opera might have been a good description for the first couple days, but when you combine it with the last couple days, soap opera doesn't do it justice. Sitcom might be better, but it'd be a bad sitcom because it just wouldn't even be believeable.

The mysteries of life. Why you find certain people when you do. Why certain ones get there, call you on your BS and despite your best efforts, bring out something in you that you're trying to hold back. Weather you're ready for it or not. Why it can look one way to everyone else looking in from the outside, but completely different to you on the inside.

To the person in question, I hope you enjoy your vacation. You'll be missed, and I know there's a lot on your mind, but vacations are for enjoying yourself and escaping it for a bit, so do that, be safe, have fun, and take care.

Did you forget about your apointment to get your vagina waxed today or something?

Without getting into details, my Thursday night was insane. Not because I went out or did anything exciting, it was just insane because of the situation I found myself in. Don't neccesarily think it was the best idea, but wouldn't in a million years have taken it back either. That's all you get.

Friday, instead of getting the chance to recover and think about things, I'd made plans previously to get to know someone and ended up getting to know them better than I had really counted or planned on, then went to pick up Karine.

Filled her in on the happenings of the last couple days, which was really the first time I sort of peiced it all together, then we stopped at Ranchman's just in time to miss Carberry doing some shots off some drink tramp's who-who's. Then it was off to the casino for some hopeful blackjack, but Karine's broken ID put a big stop to those casino plans, so we went to My Apartment nightclub. Not a great club, wouldn't recommend it, but I guess it wasn't bad.

Ran into my lovely nubian ex-workout partner Vivian, who I haven't seen in a year. That was just certianly a pick-me-up, I really have missed her since she moved stores. But we made plans to hook up the next time both of us go out, so we'll see. Anyways, she left about half an hour after we got there, since it was already midnight.

Anyways, the b-day girl, whom I had just met was tanked. Remember "drunk girl" from SNL? Splitting image. So tanked that she pissed off her other friends to the point where they left, somehow making this very drunk, very flirty girl (at least 15 guys in the bar got an ass-grab, and at least 2 near-fights broke out between total strangers as a result of this girl) our responsability to get home safely. Problem was, she didn't want to leave. But it was still all good because at least I had Karine to help me.

Problem was, somebody had to help the b-day girl keep up with all the shots that every dumb guy who thought they we're going to nail this chick was buying her. That ended up being Karine, since it was my car we brought to the joint. Once Karine got drunk, things took a f*cking turn. I had been having a lot of fun up to that point, but no one could get this girl to leave, maybe we would have had a chance if Karine wasn't tanked as well.

So try getting a drunk girl who will not shut up and not stop yelling about how much she hates her friends who left her on her birthday into a car when she doesn't want to go home. Speaking of which, Karine, remind this girl that God punishes those who overuse the word "motherf*cker". Anyways, home around 4, good times.

Saturday I went to go hang out with that Mizzle motherf*cker to fill him in on the last couple days events. We went to BestBuy so he could buy a digital camera (if the site gets shut down in the next few days, it's most likely because of the pictures that Mizzle will be posting) and had us some Wendy's. Then it was back to his place for The Shield and hang out with Adam and Derek until myself and Mizzle met Luke over at Darby Arms for a friend of mine's B-Day. Happy belated, Andrea!

Karine came to the joint to join us along with Dan, Bell, and Nick, so a good time was had by all. Even got to meet Karine's mystery man. Of course, Karine and Mizzle, who had already heard the story from the last couple days, asked me to recant for everyone else. I will admit, it's an interesting, very funny story to anyone who might not have been me or doesn't understand how I feel about some of the things in question, so I didn't mind teling it, it was just wierd to tell because I haven't really even had a chance to process it all yet that it sort of made me start thinking. Was home by around 2:30 this time, slightly better from the night before, but man am I tired.

However, that's what today is for. Sit around, relax, process, do some household garbage that I won't get a chance to do during the week due to work and school starting back up tomorrow. I even got a chance to work out, which was impressive considering what I've done to myself the past 4 or 5 days.

However, no matter what amount of thinking or doing is done today, I can promise you that tonight, I'm going to sleep like someone put a bullet in my head.

Not sure if there'll be a post this week or not, because I'm back into the thick of this work-school combo and am not sure I'll have time.

And before I head out... good luck to Mizzle on his first business trip to San D. I'm not sure the girls in Cali are ready for a hot Mizzle injection, but that doesn't mean they won't have to strap themselves in and feel the G's.

On behalf of all of us here at B.a.D LiveJournal, P.c.P would like to wish Mizzle the best of luck in his future hot-surf-chick-humping endeavors.

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