When you have shitty people in your life, birthdays suck.  You get phone calls from people, and you know the only reason they called is because they feel obligated to do so and the entire time you are on the phone with them, they act like their arm is twisted behind their back.  Douchebags.  You know what else sucks?  While I was on the phone with one of these douchebags, I missed the best call I would have had yesterday…the one from Brandon still in the Middle East.  I haven’t talked to him on the phone since he went over there and I missed the call because some douchebag just called so they can go on thinking they are a good person.  *sigh* 

Today is a GORGEOUS day here.  It’s warm enough to open all the windows and the sky is completely clear.  I sat in the dining room with Lukas for like an hour feeding him his breakfast and eating mine and just enjoying the day.  I like having breakfast with that baby.  He’s a good companion.  He’s easy to be with, he doesn’t make me do all the work because our relationship is simple.  It’s not like a marriage or something..it just works (for now).  But I hope he grows up to be the kind of person that can appreciate those around him and can want to be with them "just because", and he won’t make them do all the work in that relationship to keep it alive.  It hurts to let relationships just kind of die and so many people don’t even realize what’s happening until it’s dead.  Shame.  Friendships, relationships, families, marriages….they all die if new breath isn’t puffed in there every once in a while..and you know what?  I’m tired of being the only one conscious of that in a LOT of my relationships.  What I should do is just drop some dead weight….but I know I can’t do that.  I’m a fucking idiot.    Obviously I’m in a baaaaad mood.  Maybe I need a nap.

Happy Effing Birthday to Me.

I love horror movies.  This is no secret.  This past weekend, I had Jessie rent a couple werewolf movies because werewolves are my favorite movie monster.  Werewolf movies, in general, blow gigantic ass…..and sadly these movies were no excpetion.  The first one we watched, the werewolf looked like a yeti.  Seriously, it was a dude in a monkey costume that had really long white fur..like an effing yeti.  So, disappointed and on about my third drink, we popped in the second werewolf movie.  In this one, the werewof costume was so cheap and so bad that every time the monster was in a shot, the focus went fuzzy…..I guess so you couldn’t see zippers or buttons or the name brand of the blue jeans the guy was wearing.  It was really terrible, but it had a great line in it.  What was going on, is that this werewolf was stalking the woods and clearing out local wildlife so game wardens were called in to kill it, and they thougt it was a wild animal rogue, like a mountain lion or a bear.  The lead game warden is briefing the other guys and giving them their orders.

Lower Rank Warden:  "It sounds like you’re not sure what this thing is.  How will we know it when we see it?"

Head Dude:  "It will be the big ugly bastard trying to eat you."

I guess the vanilla vodka might also have had an impact on this being extremely funny to me.