This weekend has become yet another bust. During the week I think of all these things I need to get done over the weekend but then it gets here and by Monday morning nothing has been accomplished. I still need to unpack this media room before Mom and Dad get here or there�ll be hell to pay I�m sure. I�ve spent far too much money this weekend and I still haven�t paid my student loan or my phone and electric bills. I�ll have to wait until Friday and pay them all at once. I bought new sheets last night and Rod convinced me to get either orange or pink and I chose the hot pink ones. They don�t fit very well and I think that�s the last time I buy cheap sheets from Linens and Things. I think the green that I picked out would�ve worked better than the pink or the orange. I realized today that the new shoes that Rod helped me pick out for walking on Friday night aren�t really for what I want. So now I have to go and buy the shoes I originally wanted at Kohl�s, that truth be told were $10.00 cheaper than the sale price of Just For Feet. Rod and Tammy came over last night and we had dinner at Red Robin. I think it�s a pre-requisite that you have to be hot to work there. Rod asked Jason, our waiter, where all his flare was and he just looked at him dumbfounded. The Rod had to explain it was from Office Space, which the waiter hadn�t seen. Jason was really hot and I would�ve had to fight Rod off to get to him, then again we could always share like they do in porn. Rod said he found a place in Fort Collins to move to and is going to look at it next week. I�m sure he�ll be gone by the end of April. I�ll tell you right now I�m not going up there to see him as protest.
I talked to Margo yesterday for about 2 hours straight telling her how her son going to jail wasn�t her fault. Yes, Margo is the infamous Linda from my last entry. I let it all out and didn�t care that I might have lost her as a friend. I have this knack of explaining things to her that make her step outside of her head and see things for the way they are. I personally think the little fucker belongs in jail. He�s been in twice within a month and still there�s no remorse. I told her you could sail the 7 seas on his promises, I�m hoping that phrase will catch on so try and use it whenever you feel it�s works for you. She keeps saying that she wants to give him the option to graduate but he keeps ditching classes and lying to her about. I told her that she was going to end up supporting him for a lot longer if she didn�t put her foot down and tell him she�s done once he graduates. I really hope they throw his sorry ass in jail for the minimum 45 days. I feel a little bad for her because she�s getting to the point where she hates her only son. I tried to convey that she taught him right and wrong and he just chose the wrong friends to hang with.
Chew on that!