Oh, yeah, life goes on...

Today did not start off well in the AP household. I woke up achy and cranky and feeling all overly-sensitive. Jake woke up being a nasty little bitch. No, make that a nasty big bitch. Every damn word I said, he snapped at or rolled eyes at which, of course, made me cry. He, seeing me cry, turned nastier, which made me a despondent mess. I very, very rarely cry so I was horribly offended he didn't try to help make me feel better while he, on the other hand, apparently felt like I was doing it to try to make him feel bad. I have no idea what was wrong with either of us but it was miserable as hell. We'd planned all along to go thrift-storing so we went and didn't speak a word to each other the whole way there. Once in our first store, though, the thrill of a deal got to us both and we spent an house going through stacks of old record albums that were on sale for 50 cents each, picking 8 fairly rare ones out. By the time we said "Hey, you want this one?" to one another eleventy hundred times, we both had settled our asses down a lot and were feeling better. Once we finished at the third store, the earlier part of the day was forgotten (only not really...I hold grudges even though he'd apologized by then) in the thrill of finding 12 great albums, a (new, still with tags!) pleather jacket for him, in addition to a warm fleece jacket and two *very cool suit jackets, reminiscent of Bowie's Thin White Duke days. A couple of bottles of cold Vault and a good caffeine rush later, we had dry eyes and a civil tongue between us. Man, I hate days that start off this way, though, they exhaust me.

On the way home, we did one of our favorite things and swung out through the projects. We both have a weird fascination with 'hood life or something because we get way too much of a thrill from doing this. Today we saw a huge transvestite hooker in hot pants, a lingerie top and leg warmers. That's sort of exciting for a midday Tuesday. We saw a guy with an ankle monitoring bracelet walking blocks away to a liquor store. So much for that bracelet, huh? Of course we also saw the requisite drug dealing, but I must admit I've never seen it being done quite so openly. I wanted to idle up and tell them to be discreet. We did have to quickly leave when Jake rolled down the window and yelled "HEY! THAT'S MY BIKE!!" to some thug sitting on a bike in a parking lot. Lol...getting our asses kicked was only going to make my day worse, I figured. I know, I know. You're wondering how we stand all this excitement, aren't you?

I do question why every single time we go anywhere, we hear "Jack and Diane" on the radio. It's really unsettling.

Edited a few hours later: Can I just say that my son is a complete asshole again? So much for the good turn it all took earlier. Uggggggghhhh. Self-absorbed, arrogant, rude little fucktard. I hope he has a child just like him someday.