Jess
Rachel
Deadbeat Father, Bill
But I decided instead to put it all in my book... The book will include short stories from Warped Tour, when Jon and I met, after we broke up, getting back together [and falling apart] with Travis, losing my Truth job, the tumultuous Shout it Loud Tour, starting the Junior Lah Lah album, Jon quitting Big D, and our recent RIDICULOUS trip to Cincinnati with Foxy Shazam.
I don't think I've mentioned this yet on here- since I've only been blogging for a consecutive two days or so- I'm lying. I don't even think it's been consecutive.
Bite me.
Anyways. Jon is officially out of Big D and the Kids table.... The way he went about it may not have been super noble [via text] but hey. How the fuck else are you supposed to get the words out there? They were all pretty upset [obviously] but still wished him well [obviously]. I think that was pretty big of them all, I do have to say. I just found it funny that Sean asked if it had to do with money. I wanted to call him, "Do you think if any of you were getting paid for the money you make, this would ever have been an issue?"
What a fucking hard decision. To hold your breath, close your eyes and jump ship; a ship that's pretty big, and is pretty far from shore- one you've been riding for six years. But that was the deciding factor. He could stay with Big D, get another bullshit GreenPeace job, and hate his life, or he could start answering the door to all those opportunity knocks.
It was funny- while we were out in Cincinnati, we hung out with this chick Steph- who I freakishly had quite a bit in common with... I'm not talking about hair color or a fantastic & witty sense of humor (although we both share those). More specifically speaking, I'm referring to the fact that both of our first CD's, at the age of 8, were Whitney Houston's The Bodyguard. She also brought up three subjects I had discussed the previous day (although I can only remember one)... getting killed by icicles. I mean. Seriously. How more obscure could it get than that? Anyways- the entire point of bringing Stephanie up, was because I wanted to touch on something she said.
Sky (Foxy keyboardist) was discussing a really hard decision the band has to make in the near future, and Steph said that the answer/outcome to really pivotal life decisions should be obvious... as in, if you don't feel 100% sure about it, you shouldn't do it; that you should always "know" that it's the right decision. I have to say that this is the only thing she said that I disagreed with.
Was quitting Big D the right decision for Jon? Was going out on a limb to pursue an uncertain fate with Foxy Shazam the right decision? Who the fuck knows? But I do know, that without great risk, you can't gain the fuckin sweet payoff!
We're only twenty-two and twenty-four. If we're not daring without kids, mortgages, insurance and strings attached to every limb- when the hell else will we be daring??
...This is my favorite part of my 'new' days... At my new nannying job, around 7:45 am the sun reflects off the glass of skyscrapers, in the front bay windows, and onto my face...
I got into a huge fight with Bill the other night- my roommate and former coworker... He has issues refraining from bringing sketchy mother fuckers over our apartment- specific mother fuckers we [all of his roommates] have told him are NOT welcome in the house. After I had the discussion with him not to invite Taryn aka Crazy Eyes aka Pillmatic aka Bangz [due to her 80s bangs- no, I'm not kidding. I'll post a picture of bangs that closely resemble hers] over the house... what do you know! He brings her over! What a fucking idiot. AND she stole weed from him. He didn't say anything to her about it, but rest assured, folks. He "gave her a look, ya know? one of those looks that says 'I saw you'. Don't worry. She knows I got her number." Dumbass Bill. When will he learn??
Jess, Rachel, Jon and I all proceed to flip that she was in the house in the first place... I can't fucking stand Bill, and I start to piece together the fact that his mail from return addresses of Family Court and New York State Child Support Offices with red stamps stating "PAYMENT REQUIRED IMMEDIATELY" probably afford the safe knowledge that, although I give Bill a hard time on a regular basis, I was in fact right... Right that he isn't a nice guy who constantly does self centered shit. Right that he's somewhat fucked up in the head [especially for a 28 year old]. Right that he's probably the worst kind of man out there- a deadbeat father.
So, out the window goes my ability to cope with his shit, hear his voice, look him in the eye, respond to any statements escaping his mouth, or unclench my jaw when I have to be near him.
I go to Cincinnati.
I come home to the news that he brought Taryn over again. I cock my head to the side, like a dog who's owner just asked if it wanted to go for a ride, when Jess and Rachel tell me this. Not only that, but in his drug infused argument with her, she ends up threatening to fuck him up... which will most likely end in my apartment being robbed- probably at gun-point. That's all fine and dandy if Bill's the only one home, but, fuck! What if I'm there!!??
And that's that. I know that when Bill comes home, I'm either going to physically punch him in the face, or verbally punch him in the face. I decide, since he once- upon- a- time was a lawyer, I'll go with the second.
Commence WW3... his arguments- He's the only one who cleans, he was nice to me, I'm a crazy cunt, he likes Jon but can't stand that he's attached to such an asshole, and eventually he resorted to yelling "go fucking die". Repeatedly. Run out of piss poor excuses much?
My arguments- you NEVER clean [he wiped off the sink that afternoon though... anyone who knows me, knows what my version of neurotic clean is], you bring people to the apartment who will steal my belongings, you eat everyone else's food, you do nothing with your life other than reproduce, abandon, smoke weed, and do insert whatever other drugs he finds on the ground on his way home from work... now fuck off, cause neither Jon nor I can stand you, you oblivious fuck.
While on the phone talking it over with Jon, Bill texted him saying "just to let you know, your girlfriend screamed at me, and said you hated me, dude."
Was he expecting Jon to immediately call me and reprimand me for putting his vital friendship with Bill on the line?
Did he not expect us to be on the phone, having yet another laugh at his expense??
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Deadbeat Father, Bill
