  It's been quite some time since I've posted. There's been plenty to talk about. It seems that my boring life seems to really fuck with me sometimes. There was a fire at the lawnmower plant that dad works at, so he took a few weeks off. I hate to say that I'm dependent on the lawn mower industry, because I truley hate it so. Speaking of which, I mowed today, but more on that later. There are things troubling me on this night. It seems that my sister is too poor to live on her own in Warrensburg, so she has to move back to Omaha. Needless to say, that sucks ass. My sister is about the only person I can vent to, besides my dad and my friends, but it's just not the same. To me, there's nothing better than hanging out with my sister berating pop figures and politicians. I was going to go hang out with my sister for a few weeks before she had to move, and I suppose I still am, and great dismay to my mother.
It seems she cares much more about whether or not the yard gets mowed than whether or not I see my sister again before she leaves the state. Well now that I'm pissed I figure it's about time to go into today's mowing fiasco. Lets see, it started about 10 AM today. Wes told me it was dry enough to start cutting the yard, so I started to do so. (Keep in mind that the yard was just mowed on sunday, which would put me on a 3-day mowing schedule, that's the same schedule as the suburbian/office types that water their lawn. ) Anyways, I got the mower out checked the gas/oil and proceeded to the side yard. I lowered the blades, because the grass was already quite short. Then, not surprisingly, the mower died because there was still water on the grass. Well, I came back inside, and Wes started in on the bitching. He went and raised the blades again. I ended up cutting the yard no more than 1/4" shorter than it already was.
The thing is, the mowing doesn't really bother me, it's just that Wes is such and ass about it. I mean sure, I don't necessarily do a "good" job mowing, I miss patches and am just to lazy to do others, but I don't believe in mowing and I don't give a fuck about the yard. So in all reality, what can somone expect?? In all, I got bitched at, had to get the mower out on 3 different occasions, and cut my arm all to hell on some crazy bush.
I suppose it could have been worse. Then again, It could have been a hell of a lot better, too. The one thing about Wes is that he tries to put on this old, tired, and wise act. In reality he's an egotistical asshole with a god-like self-image. Far from wise, eh?? He also spends an amazing amount of energy berating me, and going far out of his way just to put in his two cents/piss me off.
Far from old/tired, eh?? You may just thing that I'm easily annoyed, or that Wes isn't all that much worse than every other parental figured, but you'd be wrong. He's the image of hypocracy. Dick Cheney would strive to reach Wes's level of asshole, and George, well, he would just shit himself. speaking of Bush, go here: urlLink http://www.votenader.org 
