so then, still hungry, i made a mofo lean cuisine (if you don't know why i'm calling lean cuisine mofo, ask me, i will tell you my conspiracy theory) when i got home, hopped into bed, and read some more chapters of The Watchmen. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm telling you now, it's one I know I'll recommend.
So then I took a nap and got up around 9pm, tooled around for a bit, put on my gym clothes, went to the gym ran, biked, came back home, watched letterman, went to sleep....here's where it gets good.
so on thursday, mama C is throwing a "video card" party for her dad's 60th birthday (long story short, he lives in England and she is having a get together to send him a happy birthday video. such a cute idea. if i liked my dad, i would consider doing this for him, but i don't really, so the idea is out. ANYWAY. when she sent out an email about it yesterday, i replied saying "IN! I'll bring the party hats" - and I meant it. I think is a cute touch. Well, last night I had this dream about going to a party store with mama C and she's all being mean to me about my party hat selection. so i give up and i ask her "what kind of party hat do you want?" and she pulls out this ugly knitted cone thing..... she must not have liked that i laughed my ass off at her selection because she kicked me out of the store...
i'm not sure how the first dream melted into the second one, it must have because i never woke up last night... but the second one i get a knock at the door while Tony (god! yes i know, of all people to be stuck in my subconscious) is in the shower. it's S. he's wearing the iPod i gave him and he says he's brought me back the last of my things (well over 2 years later). so i go downstairs to the parking lot and sitting there is a dresser he must have gotten me from the thrift store (he used to buy me things all the time from the thrift store) along with some other things that, did i not think he was the anti-christ, i might have kept. however, feeling above his stupid game, i say "i don't want any of that" and proceed to throw it all in the trash. he's just standing there watching me do it and on my way back up the stairs i start wondering how in the hell he'd gotten over to my apartment given he has no car. as soon as i complete this thought, i see E come out of the drivers side of an old chevy bronco. she goes over to him to console him (apparently he is not happy at my reaction) and she's all crying to get him to come home with her and just forget the whole incident. he doesn't drop it and follows me up to the apartment to yell at me (typical). we're standing there, me in my apartment at the front door and him on the doorstep yelling when finally i shut the door in his face. he doesn't take kindly to this and starts beating on the door. so i start threatening him with" go away or you're going to make me very angry and i may say things you don't want heard", but he doesn't stop and finally i blurt out "E he has cheated on you, with me, repeatedly, while you have been together". then the door beating stops and its quiet until you hear E let out a scream and suddenly my door turns to glass, so i can see her running back to her car yelling at S that she won't ever forgive or talk to him again. I'm pleased with myself for causing this chaos but suddenly start to feel bad for the girl but before i can form another thought, S is running back up the stairs with an axe and starts breaking the glass door with it. he gets me and slices part of my arm (i'm not sure what happens to Tony at this point, no sign of him. again, typical). and i'm running around the apartment frantically trying to find a way out. i climb out the window and hang out on the ledge for awhile until S is gone.
thats it, there is no more - but you gotta admit - that is a LOT.
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