Day 1245

Bastard

Ok, did the LIRRC Santa 5k. Glad I did. Saw my usual suspects-though my presenting peep-football dad, was a no show. Oh well, I had fun.

Then, Stoney.

I stopped by the gym to get his Christmas gift, I come into Toxichouse, what awaits me? A note telling me to wash the dishes I use. Fuck him!!!!! I do exactly that. Spoiled motherfucker.

Thank GOD I went out with Deb last night. We see each other once, twice a year. More than enough. We got it like that  ;).

Little motherfucking bastard. Imagine. Spoiledness leaving ME a note telling ME what to do.

Lay around the place asshole. See when First Bank of Dad reopens.