Sorry I have been away...

Wow, what a week. I don't even know where to begin...Right now my wiener dog is running through the house like he is on crack, with his squeaky toy in his mouth and I really want to kill the person who bought that for him. That damn thing needs to disappear. Anyhow, where was I...Oh yeah, what a damn week. The Ex asked me to stop bad-mouthing him on here so I won't tell you all the details, but we actually did have a rather good couple of days Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday was the 11th anniversary of a VERY bad experience and I was having a VERY hard time dealing with it. But he was totally cool with me all day long, trying to tell me that everything was going to be ok, and even went so far as to surprise me with buying me lunch. And Thursday wasn't bad either, we didn't argue or anything all day long. He did drop a bombshell on me that made me cry, but he didn't do for that reason. It just totally caught me off guard and I wasn't prepared for it. Anyhow, after he dropped the bomb on me, Truck Driver called and asked me if I could find someone to cover for me on Friday so I could ride to Cincinnati with him Thursday night, spend the night there, and come back on Friday. So, in my classic fashion of you hurt me, I'll hurt you, I made arrangements for someone to cover the store in my absence and made arrangements for Drama Queen to stay with my sister so that she could go to school on Friday with my niece and I went with him. Now, mind you, The Ex was off on Friday and I didn't even ask him to cover for me, because I knew that he wouldn't so I made arrangements for someone to come in from another store to help out. Everything would have been perfectly fine if he hadn't woke up Friday morning with a burr up his ass and decided to ruin my day off. I normally only take one day off a week, and in the 5 years that I have worked for this company, I have taken 3 sick days, including this past Friday. So, I kinda felt like I deserved to take a day off and have a little fun, right? Wrong. The Ex decided to call the store and tell them exactly what I was doing (I had told them I had an emergency). Then he called me while I was still on the road with Truck Driver and told me that they (my employees) had figured out what I was doing and were all pissed off at me. That totally pissed me off because I hadn't compromised his day off so that I could take mine. I made other arrangements so that his day was not affected at all. Turns out that my employee wasn't really pissed off about having to work all day, but he was pissed about the person that came in to help because she was a dumbass and she drove him nuts all day. So, he and I worked it all out and I had already scheduled him off for 4 days this coming weekend, because he is going to Chicago for his girl-friends b-day, so it's all good there. The Ex even called later in the day to apologize for being an asshole. Evidently his new woman told him that he was being a jerk and made him realize that he needs to leave me alone. I don't mess with their personal lives and she made him see that he needs to stop messing with mine. So, that all turned out alright...
Now, about the whole road trip...
What an eye-opening experience that was. If you ever want to see how long you can tolerate someone, go on a road-trip with them...Preferably one where you don't stop for several hours...If I wasn't already starting to suspect that there will never be anything long-term between TD and I, this little road trip would have done it for me. Damn. I like this guy, he is nice to me, most of the time, anyhow, and he is funny and charming and all that good stuff. But, he talks too much for one thing. And for another thing, he had a serious gas problem on the way down there. I never heard anything but there were several times where I had to roll the window down to breathe. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand that gas is a natural bodily function, and often times, if you hold it in, it causes serious pain, but when you are trying to impress someone, it's not exactly an attractive trait. And I don't know what the hell he eats, but it cannot be natural, that is for damn certain! And I'm not exactly positive, because it was nighttime and very dark and all that, but I could have sworn he kept picking his nose. Add that to the fact that he kept jumping from one radio station to another, and he was singing every single song that came on the radio, word for word, and I was slightly annoyed by the time we stopped for the night. On top of all that, he doesn't smoke and he wouldn't let me smoke in the truck either so I was several hours without a cigarette. Not a good thing, although I am quitting tomorrow, so I guess it was good practice. We decided that we weren't going to waste the money on a motel room since we were only stopping for a few hours and his truck does have a sleeper in it, so what the hell, right? Wrong again. This particular sleeper was not made for 2 people, I am positive of that. We tried to sleep for a little while, and after being unsuccessful, we moved on a little further and then he stopped at a truck stop so I could use the restroom and when I came back from the restroom, he was crashed out in the back again. I slept for a little while in my seat, which actually wasn't bad, and I knew that he was extremely tired, so I just left him alone. He was driving, after all, and he had my life in his hands, pretty much, and I really didn't want to die in a horrible truck accident because he didn't get enough sleep. The trip home wasn't too bad, except for when I called my best friend to tell her that I wasn't going to be able to meet her for lunch because I wouldn't be home in time to take a shower and get there before her lunch break and he mouthed off something about me not being able to make it because I didn't want to walk around with cum in my ass. Nice. Real nice. Jerk. So, yeah, he talks too fucking much and he is rude and obnoxious, but the sex is awesome, so I will keep him around for that until something better comes along. Besides that, he has also asked me to go to Chicago with him, and I haven't ever been there and have wanted to go for a really long time, so hopefully, I can swing that sometime soon. I know that sounds really bad, me using him for sex and all that, but it's not like I have anything else going on right now, and I am at a point in my life where I really don't give a shit anymore how it looks to people. As long as I can sleep at night and I can look at myself in the mirror in the morning, then it doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks.
So that was the highlight of my weekend. Pretty lame, huh? Hope I didn't bore you too terribly bad. I gotta go, Carlos Mencia is coming on Comedy Central here shortly and I have been waiting for this show for a week now. Over and out.