stupid black chick and the department of children's services...

So… here’s an update from yesterday… yeah, I won my case at the court house… so I went to pick up my kid… I kinda want to talk about it… so bare with me… I dunno how this is going to go, since I haven’t thought about it yet… usually I go through the entire blog in my head before typing it out… crazy right… that’s just something I learned at school… anyways…

The day before, I got a call from my social worker… he needed to make an report for court… that’s usually his job… I say usually because that guy doesn’t always do his job… I also think he got fired… good… he was a stupid and horrible social worker… such an idiot… so I’m on the phone with him… I explain to him all kinds of stuff… I tell him that I took the kids to the doctors, I fixed their insurance, and did all kind of good stuff with them… he told me that the report will say that the kids are good here at my house and that DCFS should return andre back home with me… so, that put a kind of positive hope in my head… so okay… I talked to my attorney, she’s like, yeah we’re gonna try to get your son back to you, the children’s attorney and I have a plan, it will be a great and easy day for you… ok cool… I believed her…

So we walk into the court house… what usually goes on is the judge will ask for everyone’s name and business… from right to left, the DCFS rep sits on the far side, then it’s the kids attorney, me, and then my attorney… so the DCFS rep gets to talk first… usually, it’s an old white man doing this, but I guess it was a sub… it was some black chick with corn rolls… that made it a lot worse for me… like a dumb chick is going to know anything about this case… .she starts reading the so called report that my social worker wrote… OMFG, it was all wrong… said that I refused to take my kids to their appointments, that I haven’t taken them to any doctors since January, that I haven’t fixed their insurance, and that I haven’t been cooperating with DCFS… OH MY FUCKEN GOD!!!... once she shut the fuck up, I spoke up… out of turn, but man… I wasn’t going to take this quiet… I stood up and pulled out the kids insurance cards, all of the info from their last 4 doctor visits, their vaccination cards, and a print out that had every single phone call, visit, and person I have talked to so far since January that has anything to do with the kids… that shut the stupid black lady up…

Fuck… why is our state this way…? I told him the day before how everything was… why would it still say all kinds of dumb shit…? Did my social worker really write that shit…?  Man… now he’s not my social worker anymore, I can’t confront him or anything… shut an asshole… I can’t believe anyone would lie and put all of that crap on a report that was going to be used in court… isn’t that amazing…? Stupid ass state we live in… so, then it’s the kid’s attorney’s turn… he was like… gumbii has been doing everything we asked him to do… the kids are fine, healthy and have had no further problems or issues regarding their health or wellbeing… I believe that andre should be returned with his family to help the entire grieving process speed up… this is the perfect time he should return home, and stay home… I was like… wuuut…? So fucken awesome… I never thought anyone would ever say what he said in any of my hearings… for an entire year, I just heard negative bullshit lies about me being told to a judge…

My attorney agreed and then the judge looked at me and then fallowed to agree… man… I finally won… I looked over to my left at my attorney and smiled… then saw the seat next to her… that’s where my sister nena would’ve been sitting if she was still alive… so then I couldn’t help it… I teared up… I couldn’t  hear anything anymore… my mind just went a blank… I’m not sure what was going on in my head… just a bunch of mixed emotions were fighting it out… I didn’t know what to do… I just stared at the teddy bear on the judge’s bench… all of our suffering and fighting finally finished… what me and nena fought for months… we finally won… everything that the state made us go through… all of the tears they made nena cry… all for nothing… a huge victory for my family… I wish my nena was alive to see this… what she’s been wanting all this time…

So I walk out of there… my attorney tells me what’s going to happen and our next court date… I get on the phone with my social worker, and he tells me that he’s not my social worker anymore… I figured he got fired… good… he’s an idiot… so I had to call his supervisor… I call up that flaming faggot, and he starts talking all kinds of shit to me over the phone… WTF… I haven’t talked to this guy in over 10 months… so I let him have it… I told him all kinds of shit… that I’m tired of running around like an idiot doing what they tell me to do… I’m doing shit my way… I’m taking them to the doctors I want to take them… I’m making sure that they are taken care of my way… all they did was retard my case… make me look like the worst parent on the planet, and cause nothing but tragedy in my family… and I hung up… when I get home, I get another phone call from him.. this time, he had a different attitude… I guess he saw and read the court report… he probably felt like a jack ass… he told me that the foster mother will call me…

So my son is home… I’m all happy over it… the kids are happy… now I got to focus on his doctor appointments and getting the van problem situated… I have a plan though… I just hope it works… wish me luck…

recent update, and some gay rantings...

so I’m sitting on the third floor in children’s court… again… probably the twelfth time within twelve months… this has become the story of my life… I don’t say our life anymore since I have been coming by myself already four court dates… nena was either too tired, or in the hospital, and now… just not with us… so this battle is really all mine… I’m fine with that… I’m the one that has always battled it out… although, I haven’t really been fighting since nena passed and my life is slowly crumbling down over my head…  sound dramatic, but that’s exactly what’s been going on… I kinda don’t want to get into details… I actually wanted to talk about a conversation I had with this cute guy I went out with yesterday… but I guess you guys deserve a quick detailed update on my life and situations…

okay… so my sister nena passed away… um… my dad’s new wife is suffering and slowly dying of some sort of cancerous ulcer… that really sucks since my mother died slowly and painfully from cancer as well… so, I know he’s going thru some nasty shit… I feel bad for the old man… um… my quadriplegic sister got the boot from the house she was living at… that pissed me off more than bummed me out… drove me totally nuts… how the fuck can some super Christian ass bitch do that to a person that can’t move a single limb on her body… that’s so typical of them… stupid hypocrites… I hate them so much with a passion… I hope god does exist… just so those types of people get punished for their travesties… oh… I put my 11 year old pit bull Buddha to sleep… it wasn’t as hard as it sounds… to me, he was just a dog… my dog… a piece of property… I know that’s wrong, but I can’t help it… that, and I got two new dogs, pietro and bucky… then recently, the finance company found out that nena passed away… so they are repossessing my van… I only owe six grand on that sucker… I offered to pay it off cash, but they just don’t want to give me that option… they just want to keep all of the money I gave them, and resell the van for 23k again… fuck that… I’m giving it back to them totaled… take that assholes… and that’s about it… I’m at court… tada… LOL..

anyways… I went out with this guy last yesterday… I didn’t know if it was a date, but we went to dinner… was very stupid on my part, since I took him to frank and sons first… hahasldkfjalkdfja;lksdfjaskld;fj… so he saw me totally geek out over marvel vs Capcom 3 and saw me drop 50 bucks on comic books… I know it’s sounds bad, but I didn’t get my comic books last week… so it was two weeks of comics that I had to pick up… the failure… I’m not going to do that again… 50 bucks hurt me… 25 doesn’t… anyways… this guy’s super cool… I dunno if he’s down to boyfriend me… I think I’m way too masculine for him… that, and he says that he’s terrified of my chest tattoo… he’s one of those… but I’m cool with it… he’ll make a cool gay friend… hey, I don’t have any gay friends, so WTF’s up with that face…? Anywho… after I was dropping him off, I was saying how it sucks being gay… okay, I know, I know… there’s a lot of sucking for the gays… but srsly… it’s not easy being gay… especially since I was “straight” for so many years…it’s like… I’m the only gay that feels this way… it’s a trip… and let me explain it to you…

all through high school I had different girlfriends… I had to… I already stood out… so, I had to learn how to pick up on girls… I was good at it… not because I was so good looking… because I’m so damn ugly…but it was I wasn’t scared of rejection, and I knew what to say… I guess I had game… but I had to learn all that shit… I had to go through a ton of rejection… every time I went up to a girl it was hard, but I still did it… I even had to do it for my friends… all of my friends were fags when it came to picking up on girls… like, if it was the worst and hardest thing to do for them… so stupid… doesn’t make any sense to me… how the hell do you think you’re going to find someone walking around with your tail between your legs…? And girls can see that… everyone can see that… freaken idiots… anyways… it was an art I had to master, or else I would be exiled by my friends… it wasn’t that bad… although, high school girls are stupid… I had to put up with those dumb annoying bitches…

so now… say I’m at the home depot… I see some super sexy guy, and I really like him, and he’s all alone with no wedding ring on his hand… all I can do is just look at him, bite my tongue and walk away in disappointment… why you ask…? Well, I can’t just ask some random guy out… he’ll kick my ass… there’s a huge possibility that he is not gay… so, I’m pretty much assed out… all of those years learning how to introduce myself, learning how to read people’s body language and courage I had to earn to walk up to a random stranger for nothing… that shit sucks… I hate it… being gay sucks… the only way I can find someone is either online or at some kind of gay function like a bar, parade, party, or event… that totally fucks my odds up… I don’t go to any gay functions… I have no gay friends… and I don’t drink/party at all… I’m over that shit… why the hell do I need to go where there are a bunch of drunken fags and queens to find me a real man..?

shit’s crazy… although I have had a couple of mans… I had a shit ton of girlfriends before them… that’s not cool… some jacked up odds… I’m a gay man… I should have more gay man partners than biatches… right…? Sigh… oh well… I’m totally screwed…  crazy right…? but I’m tired of that… I’m a bitter old man already… i should be with a bitter old man too… well… right now I’m in no place to date... I’m a single parent, with no car now… I got to get my life straight… I just wish I had someone there to talk to and yell at when I need too… man, I really need to yell and punch someone…

well… it’s 12 noon… the court completely closed down and went to lunch… FUCK!... I’m starving, but I don’t want to pay 10 bucks for food in the cafeteria… I am freaken starving… oh, and another update… I fixed my keyboard… I got a completely new one… now my laptop looks so pimp with its silver keyboard... this one feels better too… the black plastic one got all scratched up and dented from the constant beatings/stabbings from my sharp fingernails… I just figured out why my nails are always sharp and pointy… it’s the angle they hit my keyboard… crazy how shit works sometimes…I guess it’s time I publish this and start catching up on my comic books… I haven’t read any in a couple of weeks… whatever happens today, I’ll blog up a quick update… okay, I’m done for now… please comment and tell your friends about my blog… that’s if you actually read it… if you didn’t, fuck you… and if you don’t… fuck you too…