"Put your mouth on the South"...

To explain, on the way home from FL there was a comm'l for some random ass country diner and that was their tagline or w/e.. I lost it, and remembered it so I could use it as my MySpace name... Looovvveee it..

Also love babysitting. HATE kids, love observing their random ass behaviour, and listening to the shit they say. Currently there are 6 kids in this house, only 4 are residents tho lol. The other 2 I picked up the other day. Thanks, LaViece. Sort of, haha. Fuckin' brats. This little boy (NOT hers) has THE most alien head everrrrr. When they say "Take me to your leader", they are MOST CERTAINLY talkin' about this nigga... He may as well get used to being "that egg-head ass nigga" b/c I can already hear myself eventually calling him that. Which sooooome would see as abusive, buuut it's also hilarious soooo......

I kiiid, I kiiid...........

*coughs*

So yeah, earlier I fuckin' LOST IT. Apparently Sabrina can't read too well, and after she mentioned it today, Alex (older sis of egg-head) ... Actually fuck it, here's how it went down.

"Well, I can't really read so..."
"YOU CAN'T READ!?!?"
"No, not really. When I'm in school I have my heads in the clouds."

Enter me losing it.. Who says that??? Are you a TEACHER??? So much shit has been said b/t yesterday and today, it's a fuckin' riot man..

[As I'm watching a movie w/ Madison (4 mo old)]

*MAD LOUD ASS TALKING ABOUT NOTHING*

"Hey, guys, we're tryna wind down and watch a movie, so uhh, be quiet."

*A GLANCE MY WAY, LOUD ASS CHAT RESUMES*

"Wow well I'm glad we had that little talk. Maybe next time you'll just STFU afterwards??? That was the intended result of all of that, just so you know."
*SEMIIIIIIII LOWER VOLUME CHAT, WHICH LEADS RIGHT BACK INTO SHOUTING, BUT NOW I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT. LEARNING TO READ*

"Hey maybe you can teach each other about shutting up next, since that seems to be both your main areas of concern. Or maybe you can just keep ignoring everything, including your sister's bleeding eardrums thanks to the volume of this lovely "conversation" you're having."

"What???"

"She's being sarcastic."

"Well, I'm glad you can appreciate sarcasm @ such a young age. I, however, would appreciate being able to HEAR THE MOVIE, so how 'bout we just end all this now?"

Now, which person is me? LMFAO.

I loathe little kid convos, unless it's funny to me. Which of course means it's a story about the last time they really hurt themselves.

*calls Southwest, finds out ticket to Hell is still on reserve*

What a wonderful world......

PS, I really do like these kids, esp Madison and Amber (haha, only a dick would actually pick 2 out of 4). I'm already back in the mode of child-rearing, chore-wise. I'll be damned if I'm cleaning up all the mess for someone who can work an oven/stove.

House nigger, I am not. Altho I def feel like some sort of SOMETHIN.. I fell asleep to the Soft Rock cable station... Ain't like I don't have most of that shit on cd anyway, but it felt so extra-white considering where I currently live. Just for shits and giggles, I opened the door earlier and shouted out "Does ANYONE out here smoke pot!!?"... Not like I'm shoppin' for weed, but I wanted to see if I'd get a response. I haven't heard a single noise that didn't come from this house since I've been here, other than the truck next door when it was idling. Secluded ass bullshit!

Oooof course, as I type this, a heli flies overhead. Whatever.