Grey Street

I can't believe July is half over and this is the first entry I've written! I think it has to do with the recent hiatus of my stolen wireless internet connection at my house. I finally broke down and set up an appointment with Time Warner...and low and behold, a day later, my connection's back. Go figure!

Just more money spent every month. I'm struggling, but keeping positive. I don't know how people live their lives in thousands of dollars of debt and just keep spending on frivolous things. I cringe when I have to buy toilet paper.


As of late, I haven't really been up to much. Nothing exciting, really. Just random weekend excursions when everyone isn't busy. This weekend, however, should be amazing. I'm headed down to Long Island to see Danielle, and maybe Shitbag...if he's not "busy." What a Shitbag. Every time I see Danielle I can count on plenty of laughs, and new additions to our ever expanding dictionary of our own language. It really is like we're in our own world, but sometimes it's nice to go to one where things might not suck as bad. I'm not looking forward to the drive, but hey, thats what my ipod is for. It won't be that bad, barring traffic or unforseen incidents.

Next weekend I have a date with Meghan. I can't wait for that either.

Some scary shit happened last night. I was out at Deruyter Lake visiting Amber, and having a bbq. I noticed while I was sitting in the side yard that there was a buzzing coming from the power lines that ran through a tree. I said to Ambs "uuuh...that doesn't sound good" to which she replied "it's been doing that for years"...still...unsafe. lol. Low and behold, I was talking to my mom in my car when the power lines started sparking, igniting a fire in the tree and then snapping in half, lighting the ground on fire where they landed. One line landed across the hood of the car that was parked behind me. It was pretty nervewracking. We called 911, and they came out. I left around 11:30 at night and all the power was still off, and the guys were still working on it. It was definitely some "final destination shit" as somebody put it to me in a text last night...I hope everything ends up fixed, and safe, and worked out by today.

I'm trying to think of anything else that's happened to me that's ironic, funny, strange, etc...


Oh yeah, on the fourth of july i drank absinthe. me and kim are crazy. it was disgusting. never again.

My favorite song this week is Nosebleed, by Illinois.

I've been getting nightly phone calls, which include propositions, promises, and confessions. I also get follow-ups the next morning, asking me what was said. So I've just started recording them so he can listen to them himself later. lol. "It's all bullshit, anyways" is what I hear, but doesn't the truth come out when you're drunk? He'll be home in a few weeks. This should be very interesting. I'm still not holding my breath, though. If I was, I'd be dead by now.