"Marijuana is not a drug. I used to suck dick for coke. Now that's an addiction. You ever suck some dick for marijuana? "
Before I start my big pity me rant, allow me to clear something up regarding my last post and my views on the riots over the cartoons. I suppose I should have made it known in my writing that I am well aware that the extremist and terrorist Muslims that I was referring to (i.e.; having their own country) are not your typical, average, everyday Muslims. Although I don�t know any Muslims personally, I know this, and I apologize for not making it clear.
However, and maybe this will further offend, but it�s how I feel, they are rioting over a cartoon. And demanding apologies from governments who don�t owe them apologies, as the cartoons have not been published by the governments but by the press. I understand that Islam forbids images of Mohammed because that would lead to idolatry (something that I, and I�m sure many others, was unaware of before all this). Fine. Then if you�re a Muslim, don�t draw pictures of him. And ignore it. Sorry, but not everyone can be expected to follow the rules of Islam, just like not everyone can follow the rules of Christianity or Hinduism or my personal favorite, Buddhism. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
How is it supposed to look to us in the West, with our limited understanding of Islam, when people are rioting over a cartoon? Ya know? What are we supposed to think? Are we to live in fear of offending them and run the risk of violence because we aren�t familiar of all their rules?
See, my big thing is tolerance. You do your thing, I�ll do mine, and let�s try our best not to hurt each other. It seems to me that this whole �war on terror� has nothing to do with that, on either side, and that scares the shit out of me.
So that�s that.
Anyway, my life is pathetic. Today is going to be a day of laying around, smoking pot, and fucking around on the computer. I haven�t even showered yet, and probably won�t. 2006 is my year of poor hygiene.
I won�t be going anywhere, because my van has shit the bed and is in the van hospital. I let Butthead take it last night for a few, supposedly to just get Jen, but that took him a fucking hour. She lives five minutes away. Now, I know the van has been overheating and has some kind of leak, but it hasn�t overheating when I�m driving it, only Hub. Now it happened with Butthead, who I�m pretty sure kept driving it while the red light was on and the engine was humming and going crazy. Cuz he is an ass like his father.
Anyway, so after he got back, I had to leave to take Beavis to PT. I got two minutes down the road and the red light was on and the engine was roaring. So, we pulled over and put some anti-freeze in it, and headed to Market Basket, which was a minute away and the engine was still hot. So, we weren�t exactly going to PT way the fuck across Nashua.
We went into Market Basket, bought some anti-freeze, among other things. We actually laughed about the shit we were buying, it was so welfare. Anti-freeze, a can of chili, a box of Trix cereal, two cans of green beans and a six pack of Michelob Ultra. Really should have made the six pack a twelve pack of Natty Light, then it would have totally been welfare. And cheaper.
Anyway, we had given it like 15 minutes to cool down, and decided to try again. Yeah, well, Waste Basket�s, I mean Market Basket�s, parking lot is a nightmare to get in and out of (especially at 5:00 at night), and by the time I finally got out, it was on fucking fire again. So, I pulled the van into the first side street I found and parked it there. Called Hub to come pick me up. Which, it was two minutes from home, and it took him fucking forever to get there. Meanwhile, the guy who lived in the house we parked next to came out to investigate, cuz his teenage sons were kinda freaked out by us sitting there. So I just gave him the scoop and he was cool.
Yeah. So. I have no money to fix the fucking van. Hub says it�s one of three things leaking, a hose, something else, or a head. If it�s a head, then it�s some kind of big bucks. Fucking yay. We just put $500 into his fucking truck last week, and now his transmission is fucking up, and now the van.
The upside of this is that I pulled my credit reports from all three agencies yesterday, the first time I�ve seen my credit in three years and guess what? It�s good! Holy shit! Which means, once we have some income coming back in, I am going to trade that motherfucker in for a newer vehicle. I�d like a *car*, but have to stick with another minivan for now.
We got some cash in over the weekend, but I used it all on bills. We were getting pretty fucking close to getting everything shut off. That, and The Douchebag had to be paid before she blew a fucking head gasket. It�ll be another week or so before the money from Sunday�s storm starts rolling in. And that�ll be spent as soon as it comes in.
IRS Lady says our refund should be coming back by March 1st. If not, I am personally going in there and shooting the fucking place up. Watch for me on the news.
The other day Beavis had a meltdown and broke the downstairs cordless phone. So, he is suffering without a phone, as I am keeping my upstairs phone under lock and key.
Oh, why did he break the phone? Because Sunday, during the storm, he and his buddy Marc wanted to go outside and it seems as if Hub and Butthead took the gloves that were in the basket with them to plow and shovel. So, he freaked out cuz they were his gloves and they weren�t there.
To which, I had zero sympathy. Story of my life, asshole. He�s always taking my shit and leaving it elsewhere. How does it feel?
Anyway, so he calls Hub�s cell phone. Butthead answers, and Beavis asks about the gloves, and says that he doesn�t have any, and Butthead, the asshole that he is, says, rudely, �SO?�. Now, Beavis wouldn�t have been quite so pissed off it he hadn�t been acting like a dink lately, and the day before when Beavis told him it was Minnie�s birthday, Butthead said, �I don�t give a fuck�. (Which, guess what I�m going to say to him on his next birthday? I don�t give a fuck. Hub can go out and buy his present this year, cuz I�m not. Fuck that little cocksucker).
Not that it makes it right, but Beavis flung the phone across the room and broke it. Yay. What else can we break? Well, the DVD player in our room shit the bad last week when we were watching �40 Year Old Virgin�, that was really fucking swell. But, it was a $38 WalMart special that we got over a year ago, so I guess we got our money�s worth out of it. No DVD player up there, so no porn. Bummer.
Well, we could have porn on tape but neither of us will hook up the VCR. Which, you know, is such a huge project, with the cords with the yellow, white and red that plug right into the front of the TV.
One funny thing concerning my asshole of a step-son happened Saturday afternoon. I laughed about this for a few days, it cracked my ass UP, yo.
Our kitchen and living room are pretty open, so everything in either room can be heard in the other. And the way we have our couch set up, it�s easy, while in the kitchen, to not see anyone that might be sitting on the couch.
So, Saturday, Butthead was sitting on the couch, watching friggin� Nick with the kids cuz he�s a retard. We had just come down from smoking, so I was fairly fucked up. Hub got on the phone with Robert, his new best friend, while he was in the kitchen. Hub�s talking, and I can hear him saying, �Oh, Don�t worry, you�re all set, don�t worry about it� and I can tell he�s talking about getting high. And I�m thinking, since he was talking cryptically, that he was aware of Butthead�s presence.
Then he says to Robert, �Yeah, we�ll smoke a doobie�. Not only once, but then he repeats it, louder, �WE�LL SMOKE A DOOBIE�.
Now, all I can do is whack him and point to the living room. I said, �Why can�t you say that shit when Beavis is around!� cuz he�s easy to fuck with right now. And I was giggling, OMG. Funny shit.
So, then Hub heads out to go to Robert�s. And I�m all high and still giggling. And Butthead pops his head up and looks at me, and he�s giggling, too.
He says, �What did my dad say?!?�
I said, �You heard what he said, Butthead�. Giggle giggle giggle.
He: �Was he talking about illegal substances?�
Me: �I don�t know, you�ll have to ask him, he said it�. And weaseled my ass out of it.
But that didn�t stop me from saying �Cat�s out of the bag!� repeatedly this weekend.
Hub did this same thing with Hilda when she was here last month. Her fat ass was sitting on the couch, and he was in the kitchen on the phone asking Robert, �Got any weed?�. Hello! Hilda�s the enemy, she�ll use that info for her own personal gain.
Anyway. I�ve got plans. I�m going to Nina�s to smoke weed, then help her out on the computer. Evidently, if it�s not AOL, she doesn�t know how to use it. I�m going to get her ass on myspace, too.
So, I�m out. More tomorrow. Hopefully. Unless I kill myself first.
Ciao!