Dad wanted me to wake up at 7:45 in the fucking morning. So, I did, but as soon as he left (and locked the door behind him, only to need something minutes later as he ALWAYS does. Fucker just should NOT lock the doors, I have 5 pit bulls, even if I'm alone, a bad person would pretty much be screwed if they chose to try and get me. Not to mention the fact that I'm 6'5'', pretty sure I can handle myself, provided it's not me vrs gun toting druggie.) I went back to sleep for another 2 and a half hours.
Buwahahaha, he thinks something is going to happen, but nothing did. Fool.
I was watching my 2 hour weekdaily block of The Colbys/Dynasty (ah, sweet, precious... 80's Materialistic soaps, how I love thee) and I saw a commercial for their talk show "soap talk", a guest from Days is going to be on...
And it's Kyle Brandt...
Better known as Kyle from Real World Chicago. Needless to say, I was rather shocked.
It appears that Solid007.net is down for me...
Now I can't see any news on my K-pop Gasoo's
So, dad's having a band gig in the barn, and apparently they have merchandise out now... yes, merchandise, god forbid... as such, I get stuck doing all the ordering and shit.
Times like this I wish I had a younger brother or sister, just so I could throw the grunt work on them.
Of course, said child would probably be out having a life right now, so I'd end up having to do it anyway.
If mom didn't have her miscarriage, my little sister, who likely would have been named Lindsay Candace (mother often rambles about what she would have named me if I were born a girl, and as such, I get stuck with Lindsay as a middle name, just one of my many mother caused mental scars) would be... 16 or 17. Of course, if it would have been a boy, I've no clue what they would have named him. God forbid they call him Charles, after my mom's dad... Oh, lord, that would be bad.