Sunday, lovely Sunday

It's no secret that I love working on Sundays because of my recovering Catholic guilt. As long as my father knows I work every Sunday like clockwork he can't bring up the idea of me going to church with him. I mostly feel guilty because out of my two parents, my father asks so little of me and does so much and it is just one hour out of my week.

Then I remember the new priest at my dad's church is a homophobic crazy asshole. It's odd. He's around my age and he's so filled with anger and hate... it depresses me. All of the older priests are really cool and the one we had before this little shit took over was even pro-gay marriage. Ah how I miss him.

Work was pretty much same as usual. DJ once again came in on his day off. I'm not sure what's with his gf, maybe she doesn't have a working car? Because he's always at the mall dropping her off at work or picking her up. Each time he shows up when he's not on the clock I do make sure to tease him. Honest to god, I don't understand it. I stay miles away from the white trash mall I work at when I have the day off. Then again, I hold a certain amount of deep burning hatred for my job. lol.

Suzanna woke me up, not on purpose, at around 5 am because she had to go into work for some emergency. I swear, I think I'm going to make her take a vacation sometime soon. Maybe in October before Christmas insanity starts and I can take some days off. She really needs a break from AA. They tend to run her pretty ragged but she loves her work so it's hard to get her to take time for herself.

I have to take Moo into the vet tomorrow for his last two shots. I've been too afraid of him not being 100% to let him try flying around again. The one time I saw him try to fly and fail due to the metal poisoning honestly scared the crap out of me and I can't stand the thought of doing that to him again. Anyway, supposedly these shots will be the end of it and he'll be back to his normal self. Well, as normal as he can get. Heh.

Tomorrow is also the start of the evil that is the Republican convention. Unlike the Democratic convention, which I was strangely addicted to, I won't be watching this one on MSNBC. I think I'll be sticking exclusively to the Daily Show coverage because if I watched anything else I'd get too damn angry.

Oh! I found the ring Suzanna got me for our one year anniversary... I knew I didn't lose it. I hid it too fucking well, that's what I did. lol. I put it in our fucking sock drawer in the fancy velvet case it came in. Van asked to see it today and I since it took so long to find I'm just wearing it from now on.

I'm not even sure if any of my friends have even seen it. The ring is actually three smaller diamonds and a larger one set in silver, because I dislike gold, and... I'm not good with jewelry but I think it's fairly expensive. Hence me afraid of losing it or being in one of the unsavory neighborhoods I enjoy and having it get stolen. But after looking for it for three hours with Van I've decided to just wear it from now on.

Besides, it will probably make Suzanna happier that way and it isn't that horribly girly. It's strangely pimp since it's a ring for my pinky finger. lol. I feel very gay Godsister'esque with it on.