What a weekend to recover from.

So yes. I am still feeling the effects of my weekend. I went down to Jimmy's on friday after work since he said he was having a party. Well it turned out being a party alright. But not one where we mingled much with the large crowd. Pretty much most of the night was Mike, Jimmy, Jen and I in his room. We decided we were going to be anti-social and not mingle much. We also somewhere along the way decided we wanted to get cocaine. So we did indeed. So the four of us sat in Jimmy's room doing it. Then Mike said he had to go around three because he had to work in the morning. So we all get into a cab. We dropped off Mike, then the three of us stayed in the cab to go get more coke. Which we did until about nine in the morning. Boy did I feel right fucked and brain dead yesterday. Don't get me wrong. I had a great time. But that fact that I have done hard drugs three weekends in a row is kind of bad in my mind. Though someone pointed out to me that the fact that I think it is bad is great considering before in my life, only doing drugs on weekends would have been a huge improvement. They are right. That is a huge difference in me. It isn't even like any of these times I have really gone looking for them. It just so happens that someone would bring up they knew where to get it and we should. So we do. I don't even have drug contacts in this town. But Jen sure does. I have to do inventory today at the store. That is going to be hell. Count every bottle of wine in the store enter it in the system and check against the system and what we have sold and see how much we are short. Because of course we will be. Bottles of wine do get stolen. We have a carousel or two out in front of the store that you could easily lift from, and people have. I have noticed bottles go missing before. But this seems like it will be such a pain in the ass activity. I got a good sleep last night that goodness. Lord knows I needed it. I have been drinking water like crazy because my body really needs it. I can feel it suck the life force liquid right out of my stomach and into my veins. It is quite a sweet feeling I must admit. Man have I gotten addicted to myspace. You meet a shitload of people with similar interests on there. So many options of metal chicks to fuck. I have gotten added by a lot and I have added a lot. Man are they gorgeous. Though very pretentious. But who wouldn't fuck pretentiousness if it is hot? You would that is for sure. It is on myspace that you realize there are a lot of people who hate simple untalented bullshit music as much as I do. And there are lots of them in Toronto. Nicole might be here by now. She was driving up here today. Damn son. She is living in my area. Nothing but good times will ensue now. I think her Mom is driving her. I would fuck her Mom. If you had met her you would understand why. She is definately a MILF. My Dad will be coming back today. He always goes home on weekends. Which means he is pretty much always here when I am. because I am generally gone on weekends anyway. This is his last week here. It has seemed to take forever. I haven't spent three weeks with this man since I lived at home. Even then I was going out whenever I could. i think this is the most I have seen him in a three week period since I was fifteen or sixteen. Hopefully there is never a repeat ever again. I can't think of a time in my life ever where I would want to see him for three weeks straight. Even if he was dying I sure wouldn't be at a hospital for three weeks straight. As heartless as that sounds, I don't think most people would. I would leave that job to my mother. My room even smells like my Dad. Which I don't relate to anything positive at all. As soon as he is gone I am going to wash everything in there to be rid of that scent. He has invaded my space. I don't like it. He reads my MSN convos. He probably goes through my room looking for drugs and shit. the only drugs he will find is wine and cigarettes. So he will have nothing on me. There isn't even porn to bust me on. I am a pretty good kid now. Though I bet when he saw a lot of my books, CD's, videos and shit in my room, he sure didn't approve. But I don't really give a shit. At least he is getting it clearly manifested that I don't live his life and I won't. Something he needs to face. Or not. He probably won't. Anyways. Even though I just finished bitching about my Dad. I am feeling better in general. Yesterday I felt like a sack of shit. But I knew it would pass. My Dad I am not going to let affect my life. I can't wait to introduce him to my sex working friend. Hahaha. It will be incredible. Maybe he will pay her for a lap dance. But life is good minus that one aspect. But I am going to try and not let it get to me like I did last week. I just got to remember this is my home and the only power he will have over me is what I give him. I won't let him stress me out anymore. He will be gone into the outskirts of my life again soon. Family... it is sooo over rated.