Thanks Mom, Part I

Status Report

Wearing: A Pearl Jam t-shirt. It says “Vital” underneath a siamese boy/girl? I don’t know, I got this t-shirt from Wendi.

WinAmp is playing: Thanks For Playing – b00le

Last ate: Tamales? I think. Whatever Chi-Chi’s called them.

Last round of masturbation: Two nights ago, I think. Monday night. *nods*

Entry Start Time: 7:57 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

It started out as a nice evening. Well, day. A tornado tore through the town where I work, and I could NOT get to the building. Believe me, I tried. Mom and Kivudet said I should call them. Uh, I kinda ignored them? I’m not important. I’ll call tomorrow to see how everything is. Thing is, Mary, my boss-type person, gets in the same time as me. If she’s not there, who will answer the phone? Ha ha. On so my reasoning. Nobody can get there! And I’d swear Mary told me she had her Voicemail set so that nobody can leave a message. *smirks* I love Republicans.

I mentioned the other day that I had a craving for Pizza Hut. It hit me rather randomly at work. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve eaten there. I grew up on Pizza Hut, as far as pizza places go. I didn’t try my first Dominoes until my sophomore year of High School. Thank you, Max. I find that Dominoes is pizza that tastes really good cold. Pizza Hut is decent cold, but worth warming up.

So, I expected us to GOTO Pizza Hut today. Generally how it works around here, at least lately, is that i stay in my room and do random things online until I either A. Get called for dinner. B. Get called to leave for some restaurent. C. Leave to pick up Kivudet and company. Six o`clock rolled around and I was feeling hungry. Thankfully, they got attention for leaving. I putting flip-flops on, tossed my Fedora on, and wandered out. I’ve been parking in the garage spot, so I insisted on driving. It’s just how I am. If we were driving the Corolla or the Camry, I’d have dad drive, because I don’t really like small cars. (To me, all cars are small. If it’s not a car, it’s a truck, SUV, or SUV. I’d add wagon to the list, but they even make wagons anymore? The wagon has been superceded by the SUV. *frowns*)

Went to drive over the Pizza Hut. Get to an intersection where we have to make a right. The right is blocked, they’re clearing shit up. I saw a sign indicating going straight would have been a dead end. I was actually going to go straight anyway just to see what was beyond. Mom and Dad told me stuff. Where to go. *laughs* Don’t tell me how to drive. It was indeed a dead end. (It was apartments, I believe.) Go back to the intersection. I threw out the question of where to go. He said go whereever. Or something like that.

I forget exactly how, but they were both telling me things and it was just like SHUT UP AND LET ME DRIVE. *smiles* Oh, I could have gone around. But, in New Jersey, going around sometimes means five steps backwards six steps forwards. Maybe ten minutes to get someplace that is RIGHT THERE. I would have gone across Commericial. Or, as I did, I made a left onto Route Ten and made a left onto whatever road that is. I think Hillside? I’m not good with road names. Uh.

So anyway, I pointed out how I was going to end up at Chi-Chi’s if they let me decide. Now, I have a big mouth. I do, I admit it. I know how Dad doesn’t like Chi-Chi’s. Which is kinda funny since he loves hot food. Indian food is really hot because the food tastes like shit. *laughs* Honestly, I like the food Grandma makes. Indian restaurants suck ass. So, I said that the reason he doesn’t like Chi-chi’s is because he’s racist.

Does anybody think I was being serious? Really now, you know how I am when I write. That’s basically what I did. Now that I look back, I didn’t say much. But, in that moment…