i can't think of a witty title.

yeah, it's early.
i woke up at 5 in the morning.
just woke up.
and i didn't sleep very well either.
the person responsible knows who is to blame.
ahem.
anyway.
i have my spanish final today. i could pass if i was a deaf mute, so no worries there.
at this rate, i think i'll get an a in forensic psych, an a in spanish, an a (i hope) in pop cultural history, a b in p.e. (don't judge me, i hated that class and attendance was the only grade) a b in ancient rome, and a c in drugs and behavior.
but yeah.
so, my crazy neighbors, 'member them?
my mother and sister gleefully told me that rent-a-tire came and repossessed the rims off their tahoe. i don't know if this is true or not, but the tahoe has mysteeeeriously vanished and been replaced by a pt cruiser.
but anyway. in days of late, young crazy's father (hereafter referred to as baby daddy crazy) moved back into the house. i've only been following the crazy saga for the past two years or so--boredom makes you nosy--so i don't really remember when baby daddy crazy lived there before. i do remember arguments.
lots of arguments.
but anyway, mother's day, i was rolling around the metroplex like a easter bunny for baby mama day, delivering good cheer and cards and flowers and whatnot to the women of my family and used up all my gas in the process. but anyway. i was taking my dad to my granny's house--they sit and gossip like teenage girls, i swear, and then they talk bad about me and deren when we talk about people like the teenage girls WE ARE--and i saw baby daddy crazy sitting on a bench faaaar away from the house looking like somebody had shanked his puppy.
i therefore concluded that baby daddy crazy had run away from home.
can't say i blame him...
later on i saw mama crazy haranguing him back to the house.
i know he has to feel like a cuckold, 'cause he ain't got a car, he has to live with her, and...they dirty. i just know they are. i have filth senses and they tingle when i see them. they tingle hard.