The New Boys Town

Can you believe I have left my cell phone home? Yes and I know i got hella missed calls and texts. Well Im finally settled in my place and boy am I still tired from the move. Friday was the first night I spent the night in the house with my boo. Saturday, I could not find a Fucking truck to move my shit. I reserved it earlier and by saturday they still had not found me a truck. When I woke up first then I did was call Uhaul and they told me that they would get someone to call me back in 2 hours. Well 2 hours rolled around and still no truck. So I ended up having to move in my 2 cars and my aunts Jeep which took all fucking day and 3 loads later I was in there. Then I had to go back to my aunts house to clean up. My other aunt was there and she thought I was going to move something . Not a chance in hell. I cleaned up my room and went out the door. Of course later back at the apartment I had to start getting shit organized. I never thought people could be so lazy. Well Im talking about my guy and my sister. They pissed me off. Well I set the bed up and my sister went and got in it like she was not going to do shit and she meant she wasnt. My guy sat in the middle of the floor with the laptop and the IPOD looking at me move shit around. Im looking like WTF if you are not going to help then please have the descency to move out of my path so I can get things straightened out. NOPE.. so I walked over him and a few times he got hit and kicked but it was his own fault for not moving. Sunday, we had my mom a suprise birthday party because she is always doing something for someone. Monday was back to work and more work. Tuesday, we were off for Independence day. I was mad because it didnt make sense to be off one day in the middle of the week like that and have to go back. How many of you had to work like that? Finally I have made some progress with the apartment. Well the kitchen is 85% complete, the Front room is 85% Complete, Bathroom needs 100% more work, the dining room area needs about 85%more work, and the bed room needs about another 50%. My mom made me curse her out because she wants to call me and tell me about what I need to do for my father. He needs, he wants, you should! How about I dont give a fuck. This man has done nothing for me in 25+ years and here she wants me to act like he has been the perfect father and that I should be able to turn the other cheek. I dont desire to have a relationship with him, I dont desire to know him and I believe that if he died today I wouldnt go to his funeral. Im sick and tired of her thinking I should be his son. If she keeps it up then we will have the same type of relationship. Today is my grandmothers birthday the one that passed in May. So Im kinda sad because I have been thinking about her alot and I still can not believe that she is dead! I just wish that could have extended her life because she left this lunatic here on this earth for people to deal with. Lastly, "The New Boy's Town" well thats what I will call my block and the few adjacent blocks. All of the people in the neighborhood are gay. When I drive up and down the streets all I see is Dykes and Fags in such enormous numbers. Hell I even met one guy whom we will call east side of the street. LOL.. he was cool. LORD, the gay parade might be held on my block next year!