She says she’s gonna get me back.

I reply with this: I’m ungetbackable.

Yeah.

I rolled my ankle at the Cancer Relay last week and it’s just now starting to bother me. You combine that with the everlasting knot in my back/neck, and I’m not in the greatest of shape lately.

It finally got hot here in Oregon (like, really, really fucking hot). So, as with every season change, people have completely forgotten how to drive again. I have gotten behind about 4 people in the last 2 days that all want to go at least 10mph under the speed limit. No shit. No exageration. Seriously, 10mph under. What. The. Fuck. Damn I wish road rage was legal.

Were going up to Seattle again this weekend to watch the Detroit Tigers pownce on the Mariners once again. We’re going to both the 4th and 5th of July games. Yeah, baseball, the 4th of July, fireworks, more baseball, and with the girl I love and some of my best friends as well. How could this weekend get any better…..oh, yeah….plus beer!

And one last thing. To whomever it was that was fucking around with my Paypal account, Thanks a fuckload. I just now finally got both of your charges taken care of, and since I had to have the account locked to keep you from fucking with it even more, and since Paypal will only accept a landline phone to prove that it’s me to unlock it, the lady you tried to steal $750 from wont be getting her money back anytime soon since I have to do the verification through the mail. Oh, and a very special fuckoffery for making me memorize another freakin password and security questions. I really appreciate it.

dick.

I spent the first half of the day helping Jennie out, as she was in charge of the food and such, and we had quite a bit to take care of.  During the night it was just us Young’ens, and it somehow seemed to go by pretty quickly. I ended up leaving a couple hours early so I could get some sleep for work.

And now….I am so effing sore. So very, very sore. I’m sure it didn’t have so much to do with all the walking as it did with the football, but hey, either way, I is stills in some pains.

And now, I’m sitting here, watching The Fast and The Furious, thinking about how much I really wanna like this movie, but can’t get past the shoddy acting and retarted bullshit. Oh, and it definately doesn’t help that Paul Walker is in it. He is the absolute worst fucking actor on the planet (well, 2nd worst, only to be bested by Tom Berenger). And yet, I keep watching it, becouse I just love to watch badass cars going as fast as possible as furious as possible.

He started yelping in pain the other day, for what I couldn’t tell. He was just sitting there and starting crying out. Yesterday he was limping alot and walking really slow. He’s had a lot of diarrhea, and basically didn’t want to do anything yesterday.

I gave him same baby aspirin last night, and he seemed to be doing ok when I went to bed. Around 7:30 this morning he woke me up yelping. Alot. Loud.

He didn’t want to get off the bed, so when I picked him up to take him outside, he sprayed the bed. Then, once outside, he tried to go. And started dripping blood.

So, I called the Vet and they told me to just bring him right in.

Now I’m just waiting for them to call.

Update: Well, the blood and stool tests came back with no results. So for now he’s on pain and anti diarrhea meds, and thats it. And today he’s doing fine, almost back to normal.

It’s such a great show.

And the guy, Marshall, reminds me of…..me.

Yeah, it’s that funny.

Yep, that was a fun hour. An hour of paperwork, questions, blood pressure, and thats about it.

And after all that, my arm still hurts.

With no answers. It just hurts.

I’m starting to doubt in Global Warming.

Why?

BECOUSE IT’S FUCKING JUNE AND IT’S STILL COLD AND RAINING!!!!

You have no idea how happy I was. At least one team from Detroit know how to pull its weight this year.

I gots lots to writes abouts, but first I got some work to do my pics. I’ll hopes to haves it dones in a couples of days.

Also, as you all should also know, the Detroit Pistons are in the Eastern Conference Finals.

Now, somewhere, some freakin’ genious came up with the brilliant idea to have them both play on the same night AT THE EXACT SAME FUCKING TIME.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Whoever thought up this schedule needs their testies shoved in a vice and then dragged over a cheese grater. And then fired.

How much you wanna bet that Kobe had somthing to do with this persons decision?

How the f*ck did that happen?

Anyway, it’s been a great weekend (minus the killer cold). Hung out with a lot of friends, had some good drinks, a kickass Filet Mignon, and even played some poker.

On top of that, I spent the whole weekend with the love of my life.

We were sick together. Yep, the two of us, sitting around all day, just a couple of sickies in love.

Oh, and did I mention that it’s been ridiculously effing hot out? Yeah, try that in an apt with no AC and being all sick like. Fun times.