That's why Sundays suck...

When Dane and I arrived at his house, his mother was still on the path too often taken. After a skirmish with Dane, him and I went to his room. I picked up Deanna's "Cowboy Bebop" movies. Man, I love that series. Damn. Its great. Ed and Ein are sooooo crazy!!! Came home and ate AGAIN! Man, I'm really fat. I hate it. I know I have potential to be really attractive, but my motivation is low and my free time is as well. So, I have to live in this horrible carcass. Crap.Tara and I, ... and Justin, went to the park and hung out. I had to chase Justin after he started throwing crap at me and was all calling me "Hippie." It was pretty funny. I was ready to body slam him, but that might not have gone over well with Ty. Poo on Justin. Bastard Dumb-Nut!!! Well, after he accused me of thinking about Tara's panties, he pretended to lick the lucas/urine/sweat scented pole. I then took the two to Donut Ave. Twas grand. I had a nummy apple donut thing. Yay! I got to DDR. It was cool. Shared a sweet tea with Tara. We talked about how cracked out Justin is and shit. It was pretty enjoyable. I bought him like 3 donuts or so. I think he's going to stay up for hours tonight. Oh well, not my kid. Zach showed up about 8 or so. My dad was being dumb and limited my night of fun to only 8:30. Crap-ola. So, 8:15 rolls around and I load up Tara, Justin and Zach (in the back, poor guy) and we had to be all speedy to take the two home. Tara a kissed me goodbye as usual, though it was different. There was a pause and an almost waiting on her part. I wonder if she wanted a real kiss. I didn't want to assume, so I kept myself from doing more than a peck. I mean, there's always next time. So, I rushed over to drop off Zach and then came home. The rest is history. For all the bad things in the day, thats why Sundays suck more than any other day of the week. Dose Damm Domingos!!!<== Mexican TalkAnyway, Tara rocks my mis-matched socks!!!!