@home died.

i am now offline. i can, however, be called by fone.

i'll be catching you all on the flipside.

i hate blogger for killing my posts when they're carefully written.
i hate livejournal for being down all the damn time.

anyway, have some final plans:

saturday, 5:30 (time has been changed!) at on the border, i-30 at ballpark way.
then to 7:40 movie at eastchase. we're seeing behind enemy lines. if you diss gene hackman i shall send a thousand gene hackmans to your house and they will make you their collective bitch.

you're dismissed when the movie's over, i personally will want to go grab dessert. so there.

bug me if you're coming!

friends don't let friends get involved in yappie high school relationships:

MrCoFfEe555: im gonan watch an episiode of dawsons creek to further
MrCoFfEe555: try to understand the mind of a woman
MrCoFfEe555: yes a WHOLE episode

omsgj.

on the party front: if you're actually showing up to my doohickey saturday, be sure to im/email/call/bug me so i know. i have to call OTB and make a reservation on friday so we're not sitting outside in the freezing weather.

at the request of aroon:
Cheetah200:

OH YEAH!

the kool aid man up in here yo.

at the invitati0n of blake:

come join the taping of the "it's one more year until blake's legal!" special.

where: on the border, i-30 and ballpark. then on to a movie at eastchase.
when: 6(ish)
presents: not required.
dinner/movie: pay for yourselves, you codependent bastards.

fucking money.

new website works. new place. new design.

new people.

some people gone. particularly, my stepfamily full of failures who really never meant shit to me. dad and stepmom are over, thank god. that stupid ditz drove me insane. but, i'm still thankful it happened - i wouldn't have met emmy otherwise. she restored my faith in the female sex and showed me that i really can have what i want from a relationship.

so, all the people who suck are gone, and the worthwhile one is still in my life. everything has a purpose, i suppose.

as for ol pops, well, he ain't such a bad guy by himself. a few nights after that really crappy birthday dinner i got pulled over by dwg.

just so happens dad's a dwg cop.

63 in a 40? not a problem, don't do it again son.

fucking money.

went over and visited him a few nights ago in his new apartment. was not too bad a place, really. had a pleasant conversation. made me feel old. told him how i'm finally meeting some pleasant females, and he was happy for me.

talked to a very swank female. told her just how swank she was. her reply was swank too.

fucking money.

test test.

my birthday is on monday. get me little things. not big things. cause i don't want to buy you all big things in return.