BK

I got to meet BK this weekend. He is beyond perfect. He slept and ate and pooped like they all do. He was so sweet and happy the entire time I was visiting.

I sent a text to NOG asking if he wanted to go in halves with me on a baby and he quickly told me that I needed to slow my roll because I was on a baby high at the moment. Not long after that BK puked on me. Baby high ended and my world was set right again.

But seriously, how can you so no to that "I don't give a shit what you say so I'm just gonna sit here not giving a fuck" face right there.

Congratulations on making a human with your genitals

You want to know what is fucking annoying? Finding out details about your father from your grandmother. It's annoying because you learn something about the man that gave half of his genetic sequence to create you but has nothing to do with you at the age of thirty. For reason that you don't know. It's annoying because some of your family members take pride in knowing more detail than you. It's annoying because even though you say it doesn't hurt your feelings when he doesn't call you, in reality it does. It's annoying because the one man that is suppose to love you no matter what, tells you nothing about his life and knows even less about your life.

So, while everyone is saying what they are thankful for I can honestly say that I am not thankful in any way whatsoever for the man that help create me because he is a selfish mother fucker that would rather drink a bottle of Jack Daniels instead of speaking to his daughter.

Fuck school

Last night I discussed with NOG quitting school and spending my days laying around his house naked, bringing him beer when he wants it. He responded with I love that idea however you have to be the one to decide about quitting school. Then he asked me about my career and all the money I've spent so far and blah blah blah. He really ruined my idea of faking my death so I don't have to pay back loans or study for this stupid physiology exam that is in an hour and a half.

Guys are totally worthless at times.

Boots to walk around New Orleans is so not a good idea.

Happy November!

I got to spend the weekend with New Orleans Guy. We had lots and lots of sex. It was awesome. It was Half-Boyfriends birthday yesterday so NOG flew into New Orleans and we (Flight Risk, Half-Boyfriend and I) met him there and we spent the evening enjoying Bourbon Street and some delicious (expensive) steak. Then we headed back to Mobile and spent the rest of the weekend watching football (disgusted with Auburn at the moment) and a little bit of Fried Green Tomatoes. It was a good time in my book.

This afternoon I got a series of text from Tweaker who found Jesus quizzing me on my weekend. I'm not entirely sure that it was really her because it was quite inquisitive which almost makes me think it might have been Random Money Giver checking up on me.

Shop-a-holic is officially moved out of the house. Of course she left a crap load of trash that we had to clean up. Since she didn't pack any of her shit she can't find anything at the new house. I have received numerous text asking if I have her rubbermaid storage bins and a knife block or if I remember where I packed it. Nice Jess replies with no I don't know where I packed it and it is not here at the house. Bitch Jess wants to reply with Bitch if you had packed your own shit you would be able to find it now. But I didn't. Because I'm nice. God damnit.

Here is a picture of NOG and I and our Huge Ass Beers.

Hope he doesn't mind me posting pictures of him all over the internet. If he does he will have to come back to Alabama to punish me. I hope the punishment will include lots of sex.