If there is 1 thing i couldnt live without its definantely privacy...and if theres another its gotta be hot, sweaty monkey sex... but lets talk about the privacy, shall we. My bedroom is like a 10 by 5 prison cell which wouldnt be so bad if it wasnt linked to my parents room. With only a door (with locks on thier side) sepearting me from the powers that be, its safe to say that my privacy is seriously infringed upon from time to time. So over the past few years i have found a safe haven. The basement is colder then i'd like at times but i've pretty much trurned it into my own apartment. In my apartment i have this computer set up, as well as a cable tv, a couch, recliner, work out stuff, refrigerator (soon to be 2), microwave, toaster, table, and a mirror which is held up by a ceramic raggidy anne and raggidy andy- dont ask. Its almost everything i could ever want. Maybe just insert a bathroom and im good to go. So if for any reason someone manages to get inside my house- don't look to see my room but rather opt to see the basement b/c this is where the majority of my life is spent.
Speaking of privacy, my 2 brothers are away. Frank and his lady are headed to bean town (boston) for the weekend and Anthony and his assortment of friends are making a run for the border in Mexico for the week...which leaves me and my parents..but oh wait my moms going to a shower so its just me and my dad tomorrow. I cant wait to see how this train wreck of a day will turn out...for those of u who dont know my dad, there hasnt been an angrier italian since benito mussolini.
Months or maybe even a year ago, i submitted a poem to an online poetry site and they published it and they thought it was "excellent" and they wanted to put it in a book ...i was never so happy in my life. After that i got in a creative mood and started writting things that didnt even make sense but for some strange unknown reason i sent them in thinking they were master peices. Well it turns out i get another letter stating that they like one of the garbage poems and they wanna put it in the book also. I have now become skeptical b/c i have reread both poems and i feel as if they are both works of literature that shouldbe urinated on. I think its all a skam and they just want me to order a book that doesnt exist. if it does exist i really wouldnt care to see anyu of the other poems in there knowing how bad mine are. I like to write them especially when im down in the dumps. its kinda like spinning something positive out of negative hostility. I havent written in a while but im sure the next time i get into one of my depressing states ill have they keyboard infront of me.
We continued the prank on one of the girls at work today. Things went according to plan and she fell for everything, even the fake blood. I am starting to really feel bad for this chick b/c she seemed really concerned for my well being and tried to patch things up between me and Brad. Things should finally come to a close on thursday. Hopefully the secret continues till then though.
Big Game in Texas tonite. I'm pretty sure i'll be the first one on the plane home lol.
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