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Good Evenink, MyBloggerstown:
Well, I have returned to the land of wind, open range, cowboys and scenic vistas. My flight to West By God was uneventfull. My seatmate on the flight was a model of some kind from some department store out in Caleefornia or at least I gathered this from her conversation with yet another Barbie-ass across the aisle. The plane was tiny and I prayed that the rubber band would hold up. I got an aisle seat at the very ass end of the plane right by the bathroom. At first I thought "hot dog, I don't have far to go should the need arise". Then the flight attendants began to serve complimentary drinks (non-alcoholic, damn it all, which I desparatly needed listening to those two pinhead models talking across me sharing their tales of woe.) and there was a conga line right by my seat the whole flight. So much for my plans to nap the whole way. So I alight in Columbus safe and sound. I call Crazy Sis and she and Mama have just pulled into the parking area of the airport and were soon greeting me.
Crazy Sis: "The traffic was horrible." (not "Have a nice flight?" or "Glad you didn't crash or anything.")
Somehow, from her tone, I sensed she was blaming me for the traffic snarls but I said nothing.
So, upon ariving in Devil's Asshole I find she's no where near ready and has put off stuff that should have been done days or weeks ago and going ape shit with all she had to do. This facilitated several arguments with me telling her to kiss my entire ass and to go fuck herself many, many times. It's a good thing there wasn't a swear jar or I'd owe it my next three Social Security checks. Well, after much tribulation, the louts she hired got the truck loaded. At several points I just knew they were ready to tell her to shove it the way she was ordering them around. A six pack and a carton of smokes only buys so much degradation, you know. Well, we got on the road and after two days of fighting and driving and more fighting we arrive in Cow Snot at 10pm on Sunday the 7th tired, sore, hungry, smelly, mentally exhausted and our last nerves frayed. I was never so glad to see Shady Pines and my little apartment. I took a Vicodin and passed out. I have been sorer than I ever thought I could be for the last two days. Bubba, Buster, and a co-worker delivered my boxes and furniture yesterday. I worked on getting things squared away all day and I'm just about done accept for hanging pictures which I'll get to tomorrow. I am worn out. But I am proud of my accomplishment. In my sorry physical condition I actually drove a U-Haul across the country and lived. And managed not to murder Crazy Sis. I have all my precious things around me and its begining to feel like home.
Jesus, am I glad this is over.
Have a good week, everyone.
reguards
yer sore in places where I didn't even know I had places pal
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