This weekend was very Kentucky-y. Hickmon Friday, Mayfield Saturday.
Kentucky is an ugly place.
Nashville is a pretty place.
I went all over freaking Kentucky and didn’t even hit up Paducah. I went to Kentucky with Steve and Holly and didn’t even hit Paducah! But last time we went was a disaster.
“My pleasure.”
What a horrible weekend that was. We told Davo about it last night, and he will never let me live that down. Ever.
Neither will Holly and Steve. When I die, they will pin a note up on the lid of my casket:
John Was In A Horrible Mood The Next Day! What An Ass!
I downloaded some James Blunt songs a few months ago, and I just noticed… In my player, under Genre, it says “Alternative & Punk.” I changed it to “White.”
So I’ve been practicing my silly walks. I’ve been lax on my Ministry of Silly Walks lately. Like, for the past week. But my adoring fans will be happy to know that I have a new walk.
I am the least funny person ever. I mean, my blogs are funny, and I say funny things, but the only funny things I say are only funny because they are things that everyone knows but no one states. Or I’m cute funny. But besides that, I never say anything funny. Ever.
My mom is in love. Rob is in love. They love each other. They love me. I love them. Love love love. I hope they get married soon. I wish Rob was my dad.
Don’t get me wrong… I love my dad, but Rob is amazing. He cares about me so much. He says he would do anything for his Lizzie May. No, May is not my middle name… but he calls me that.
We have these shirts that say OCCHS. And they have “Seniors” on the back. Brad wore his to the nursing home with me one day. Mrs. McCallister pointed at it and said, “DCCHS.” We said, “No, that’s OCCHS.” She didn’t get it. She continued, “Dixie County City High School.” She then looks at Sarah, “Did you go to Dixie?” Sarah nods and replies, “Yes, ma’am, I went to Dixie.” She asks Brad, “What grade are you in?” and we kept saying, “Twelveth, Seniors,” etc etc etc, but she wasn’t getting any of it (she’s blind). He turned around and pointed to the “Seniors” text on his back. She ran her finger across it and read, “Sandwiches… that’s good,” and started clapping. Crazy old Mrs. McCallister.
Mrs. Ladd just wants her snuff.
Davo played an awesome show last night. I was proud of him.
So many people have said I’m a bit preoccupied lately. Am I? I think I am. It isn’t anything personal. Well, to most of you, it isn’t.
I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings, but bloody hell… you know?
“I hate kids. They always have jelly on their hands. Even if there isn’t any jelly in the house, they have jelly on their hands. Always.”
- Alley Jo.
Men and babies are pretty much the same thing. All they do is eat, sleep, poop, and have sex. Except babies don’t have sex.
I’m not much of a drinker, but sometimes I need a good stiff one– and by “one”, I mean “drink”. Pervert.
A One that is not cold is hardly a One at all.
So in conclusion, Steve doesn’t like it when people end papers like this. I don’t either, but this isn’t a damn paper.
Currently Wearing: Tube socks, tap shoes, and a pea coat. Still.