So, it's Monday morning. I'm listening to the Lindsay Lohan (L Lo.) CD that I ripped from Walter. So, I've pretty much had the weekend from hell. I went out on Thursday night, so was kinda tired all day on Friday. But I was still in the mood to go out on Friday. I didn't go anywhere. I ended up spending my Friday night creating a picture in photoshop. In the movie, Aeon Flux, Trevor Goodchild is in a lot of posters/ billboards throughout the city, Bregna. I had taken a bunch of pictures of myself that day, and one of them reminded me of one from the movie.

So, I spent a while doing that, and then went to bed. It's the background for my MySpace profile right now. So, I woke up on Saturday and talked to Doug on the phone for a little bit. He told me about his relationship problems, which is quite a departure for him, he usually tells me how well things are going with him and Geoff. SoI was in a pretty good mood, and felt like going somewhere. Went to get in the car, and lo and behold, someone had smashed out my rear passenger window.

They hadn't hit it hard enough to push the glass in, but it's pretty well shattered. It doesn't look like the work of a baseball bat or a crobar, more like a fist or an elbow... Also, I seem to have been the only victim on the street, which makes me think it was personal. I have an odd feeling that it was Matt. I really wish the front security camera had been recording, but unfortunately none of them were.

So, I taped up the glass to hold it in place and gave up any plans on driving too far. Shane and I went to Baywalk, where we considered a movie, but went to the Martini Bar at Dan Marino's to decide. We looked up movie times on our phones and I had a Lemon Drop and a Sunbelt. They were both fabulous. My total came to $18, and I added a $5 tip, even though our bartender was rude and snotty. So, I get home, and start watching QAF, which I had gotten in the mail from Netflix. They had sent me disc 2 of season 4 in the sleeve marked disc 1, so that was kind of annoying, as I haven't seen any of the 4th season.

I get a text message on my phone from the bank telling me my low balance threshold had been reached. I go online to check it out and there it is, a $216 charge from Martini Bar. I was soooo pissed. I called the restaurant and left a message. I also called the bank but they were closed. I turned off the projector and went outside to have a much needed smoke.

I was so frustrated, and just waiting to see what would be thrown in my direction next. So, I text messaged Walt to see what he was doing, I was thinking about going out to Alibi. Walt didn't have any money, nor does he have electricity at his house. I offered for him to come over to Swaying Palms and hang out. He said he would. At that point, it was 11:40, so we quickly drove to Detroit Liquors and paid Chad a visit. We bought a $45 bottle of Grey Goose. We got vanilla, which wasn't that great, so next time I'm just gonna get regular.

We also stopped somewhere for Cranberry and Orange Juice. Walter came over, and Shane and I had already been playing Up and Down the River, and Bullshit, which were kind of pointless with only two people. Well, to make a long story short, I was up until about 5. I got sooo drunk, OMG! It was crazy fun.

Oh, and while I was at Martini Bar, I saw Mike walking by outside with some people I know. I called him to say I just saw him, and he said he had kicked Donny out of the house, he had to be out by Sunday. On Friday evening, despite the fact that we have a metal repository for cigarette butts, he had been ashing profusely into one of my plants. Now, I take really good care of my plants. I repot them, water them, buy the premium potting soil and fertilizer. They are my babies.

When Donny first moved in, he made a big stink about having to wash the ashtrays every day to Mike. Mike said something about it to me, and I put the ashtrays away. If it was gonna be a big deal, I would walk my ass over to the fire pit and throw my butts in there. Then Donotard used my plant's saucer as an ashtray, which prompted me to craft an ignorant sign to post on my plants. He had already left, so I thought a sign would suffice.

Anyways, on Friday, he ashed in my plant to the point where the soil and fertilizer had actually ignited. It was like a burning charcoal that was smoking away. He lit my fucking plant on fire! So, I took it up to show Mike, because I had mentioned something about it earlier in the day about it looking like someone had been dumping out dirt and ashing in it.

This was not the reason Donny got kicked out. He is annoying and a horrible roommate for MANY more reasons: country music blaring over his cheap little boombox, walking through the house wearing nothing but the same skanky pair of underwear in front of me and my friends, starting drama with shane and i, my friends, anyone he thinks he can mess with, his dildo on display in the bathroom.

So he comes home on Saturday really late, at a point where I was extremely drunk and not caring. He tried to start shit with me, talking about, you won, johnny, i'm moving tomorrow, blah blah blah. I didn't even gratify his bantering with a response. He was proving any point I could've made about what an anti-social reject he is. Even though I didn't respond, he just kept going. Shane and Walt were nowhere to be found. Then, he goes in the house and I hear him yelling at Shane, so I ran inside, I was like, I wanna see this.

It wasn't anything to dramatic, but Shane doesn't usually hold back when he doesn't like people. He was pretty calm though. Donny was just going off, and Shane was standing between the fridges and the stove, all tall, and Donny was trying to talk shit and run away, Shane just stood there, blocking the way, like, What do you have to say?

So, Donny is gone. His stuff is still there, cuz he's a mess and has nowhere else to go. He aparently called people for 4 days before he could find a place to stay- with Mike. When you have that many people who would rather have you live on the street than come into your house, how sad. Mike felt guilty, but he's an adult, he should be able to take care of himself.

Anyways, so Walter stayed at our house all day yesterday. I decided to barbecue some pork that had been taking up space in the freezer. I let it marinate in some lemon pepper sauce with fresh cut garlic and onions. Then barbecued that and served it with stuffing and salad. I'd have to say it was really good.

I talked to my Mom earlier in the day on Sunday and she was telling me about my sister's latest drama. I'm so tired of hearing about that, but I'm the only one my Mom will really talk to about it. She feels like everything she says to my sister goes in on ear and out the other, she's afraid to tell my 99 year old grandma that Jennifer is even pregnant. It's just a mess. Jennifer aparently tried to leave her boyfriend last weekend, and he wouldn't let her. He had told her there was a bank account in her name with all of her paychecks in it. There wasn't.

My Mom has to go to Pittsburgh's Shadyside Hospital to see a specialist for her leg. We're hoping that they will have some definite answers for her, and to know what the options are. I'm so worried about her. I gotta call after I get off work today.

Shadyside Hospital is unfortunately familiar to me, I went to visit my friend Frank there a couple times. It was really hard for me to see him so sick, not to mention the fact that I have an irrational fear of hospitals. I think back on it and wish I would've been more brave and gone to see him more often.

Hopefully February will bring me some good news.