and then there were buns

well, we're back from the hippie trip. it had nothing to do with hippies but say it, hippie trip, its kinda enjoyable. it was fun at times and not at others, like everything else. ashezz dad is one hell of a bitchy person. he can find something to complain about even if he just won the lottery. "god dammit, what the hell am i gonna do with all this damn money?! the IRS is gonna be on my ass all the goddam time now, thats how those pricks are ya know, they just keep takin from ya and they'll take it all if you let em, yo gotta watch out for motherfuckers like that, cuz there everywhere!" and after he changed the subject so many times everyone had forgotten how the conversation even started he would just shut up untill he missed the sound of his own bitching and find something else to bitch about. and if there was nothing to start complaining about he would just pick up right where he left off and you'll have no fuckin idea what he's talkin about. i feel sorry for ashezz cuz everytime she does something, even if its great, he bitches at her. "thats great ashley, thank you, but i would have done it this way, the way you did it is stupid, if you were smart you would have done it this way , thats the way smart people do it" i swear to god people i couldnt make this shit up. thats exactly what he sounds like. well anyway it was fun and all, as much fun as that situation could have been. we're back if anyone really wants to talk to me or visit or whatever you know my number or where i live and if you dont i probably dont want you to visit anyway. PEACE OUT BITCHEZZZZZ!