Okay... So... What the Hell Was I Going to Write About?
I'm at a loss for words. Can you believe it? ME?! At a "loss for words?!"
Yes, folks. I have no idea what the hell to write about. Partly because I really don't know where to begin. See, it's been so long since I last posted on here, that a shitload of things have happened since my last entry. (Ironic, considering that the last entry focused in on my being, "Lost...")
Let's start things off on a simple note... Happy Turkey Day, everybody. I hope your Thanksgiving went well, and you were able to stuff yourself with good food. And, even if the food wasn't good, I hope that the very least you were able to cash in on some of these wonderful Black Friday sales. (Man, it's Christmas time already!! Where the hell did the time go?)
Since the last time I wrote on here... let's see...
1) I'm doing alright at work... not as good as I'd hoped I'd be doing, but I'm still confident that things will pan out real soon...
2) I traveled up to Syracuse... and found out that I aged 5 years in a matter of 5 months... (AKA: I now need five days of recovery time for every one day of heavy drinking)
3) I literally aged another year on the 17th... Happy Birthday to meeeee...
4) Season 3 of LOST ended after 6 episodes... Now we gotta wait 15 weeks for another episode...
5) Got the news that my ex is 9-months pregnant... and she wants me to be the Godfather...
Lemme 'splain that last one... For starters, the kid ain't mine. Let's get that one out the way riiiight now....
Apparently, my former high school sweetheart, Evelyn, got pregnant and is expecting a baby girl any day now. The father of the child has been extremely supportive, and looks like he's sticking with Evelyn for the long haul, which is great to hear, especially in this day and age. Eve broke the news to me in an IM convo about two weeks ago, saying that she was not only pregnant, but that she was nine months pregnant. The fact that she had a bun in the oven didn't surprise me, but what did surprise me was how late she was. Now don't get me wrong... I'm not saying that she gets around or anything like that for me to not be surprised by her pregnancy. It's just that I kinda foresaw it happening a while ago now. When she told me that she had to tell me something, the first thing that popped into my head was, "yeah, she's pregnant." Dunno why, but I already knew.
This "Godfather" stuff is rather interesting, though. Eve asked me to be the kid's Godfather, which, I don't mind doing, but I don't know about you, but, if you were her boyfriend, wouldn't you have a slight issue with your girlfriend's ex being directly involved in your newborn's life? I mean, does anyone see a slight conflict of interest (that's a nice way of putting it...) in this situation? Shit, I feel awkward, never mind the dude...
She's due on December 10th, which is right around the corner. I still don't know how I feel about the entire situation, but considering there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, I think I've resigned to accepting it for what it is, and will just be supportive of Eve throughout this whole thing. But shit man... what a whopper of a change! A friggin' kid! WTF?!
On a lighter note, I told Nelson about the news, and he was like, "well, that's one less girl from your past that you have a chance getting back with..."
. . . . . .
Well, I'll be updating over the next couple of days to try and catch up with shit. I have interesting little tidbits coming up... including a botched foursome that's so tragic, it's hilarious. Holla back!
Yes, folks. I have no idea what the hell to write about. Partly because I really don't know where to begin. See, it's been so long since I last posted on here, that a shitload of things have happened since my last entry. (Ironic, considering that the last entry focused in on my being, "Lost...")
Let's start things off on a simple note... Happy Turkey Day, everybody. I hope your Thanksgiving went well, and you were able to stuff yourself with good food. And, even if the food wasn't good, I hope that the very least you were able to cash in on some of these wonderful Black Friday sales. (Man, it's Christmas time already!! Where the hell did the time go?)
Since the last time I wrote on here... let's see...
1) I'm doing alright at work... not as good as I'd hoped I'd be doing, but I'm still confident that things will pan out real soon...
2) I traveled up to Syracuse... and found out that I aged 5 years in a matter of 5 months... (AKA: I now need five days of recovery time for every one day of heavy drinking)
3) I literally aged another year on the 17th... Happy Birthday to meeeee...
4) Season 3 of LOST ended after 6 episodes... Now we gotta wait 15 weeks for another episode...
5) Got the news that my ex is 9-months pregnant... and she wants me to be the Godfather...
Lemme 'splain that last one... For starters, the kid ain't mine. Let's get that one out the way riiiight now....
Apparently, my former high school sweetheart, Evelyn, got pregnant and is expecting a baby girl any day now. The father of the child has been extremely supportive, and looks like he's sticking with Evelyn for the long haul, which is great to hear, especially in this day and age. Eve broke the news to me in an IM convo about two weeks ago, saying that she was not only pregnant, but that she was nine months pregnant. The fact that she had a bun in the oven didn't surprise me, but what did surprise me was how late she was. Now don't get me wrong... I'm not saying that she gets around or anything like that for me to not be surprised by her pregnancy. It's just that I kinda foresaw it happening a while ago now. When she told me that she had to tell me something, the first thing that popped into my head was, "yeah, she's pregnant." Dunno why, but I already knew.
This "Godfather" stuff is rather interesting, though. Eve asked me to be the kid's Godfather, which, I don't mind doing, but I don't know about you, but, if you were her boyfriend, wouldn't you have a slight issue with your girlfriend's ex being directly involved in your newborn's life? I mean, does anyone see a slight conflict of interest (that's a nice way of putting it...) in this situation? Shit, I feel awkward, never mind the dude...
She's due on December 10th, which is right around the corner. I still don't know how I feel about the entire situation, but considering there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, I think I've resigned to accepting it for what it is, and will just be supportive of Eve throughout this whole thing. But shit man... what a whopper of a change! A friggin' kid! WTF?!
On a lighter note, I told Nelson about the news, and he was like, "well, that's one less girl from your past that you have a chance getting back with..."
. . . . . .
Well, I'll be updating over the next couple of days to try and catch up with shit. I have interesting little tidbits coming up... including a botched foursome that's so tragic, it's hilarious. Holla back!
posted by djkibblesnbits at 9:01 PM
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1 Comments:
Congrats on getting older. Secondly, in response to the last portion of your life, wooooow. the reason why you knew she was pregnant is that it's the #1 headline for any news that you hear in a latino family. if they're not pregnant, they're dead. when's the last time you heard "they graduated" as a headline? exactly. but congrats to her too. just don't do the godfather thing because when the "ex" factor comes into some conversation, it's going to be sticky.
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