This snow is ridiculous. I can't understand how it plays any meaningful part in God's Plan. Then again we're not supposed to understand everything. I'll make sure to ask about snow when I die. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation.

This week was not bad at all. I saw two great Broadway shows and finished Metal Gear Solid 2.

Thursday night I went to see BKLYN The Musical with Melissa. She ahd gotten two free tickets from her boss and invited me at the last minute. I had no plans and I'm glad I went with her because it was a very good production. I have to agree with her that the end was underwritten, but the overall show was very good. The songs are well-written and catchy, especially the "Unfinished Lullaby". I've been humming that tune all weekend long.

Friday was fun as well. Cindy and I met up in the city and went to Toys R Us in Times Square and played in the store for a while. We had a drink and met Mel before going over to the Gershwin Theatre to enter the lottery for Wicked. We won the lottery and this really cute white chick on line asked me if my friend won if she could have her tickets because she had just one two but her friend neded one too. When the guy called Mel's name I told the white chick that my friend just won too and she was so happy she jumped up and hugged me. Then I found out Mel had just declined the tickets. I felt bad breaking the news to this girl, I could tell she was really sad. The show was amazing. I'm definetly going to see it again.

After Wicked I met up with the gang at Nadine's house. Nothing exciting. I lost my phone at some point.

It snowed yesterday. I hate it. However, the new power shovel that my sister got my father for Christmas makes the whole ordeal a tad bit easier.

Man... when it rains... it always pours. Things can't just go wrong like they do for everyone else.

I had just gotten home from a long day at work and I was dead tired so I decided to put some chicken patties in the toaster oven and go downstairs to play some video games. Well about 20 minutes later my mother gets home and starts complaining that the food was burning. It wasn't, it was just crispier than she would like, but I like my food crispy. Ask anyone. They'll tell you, I even like the way mozarella cheese tastes after it's burnt and looking like charcoal. Apparently I can't have it my way in my own home.

Well... that was the catalyst for everything. She started getting loud and complaining about a bunch of other stuff and I was just like, "Why do little things like this always have to set you off fighting about everything that ever bothered you?"

She kept screaming about stuff and then I got pissed and told her , "Listen, if you got something on your chest don't take it out on me... it ain't my fault you're in a crappy mood. Shit."

She flipped out because I said shit and told me I was no one to disrespect her like that and she slapped me!!

I flipped out and threw my sandwich on the floor and stomped it. She turned into banshee mode and I went looking for my jacket. Then she tells me that if I step out the door so will she and she'll never return.

So I'm like... "Why can't I just go take a walk and cool off?" She wasn't having it and kept screaming and telling me, "What kind of Christian are you?" and "You ungrateful little piece of crap," and so on and so forth.

So I leave, buy a pack of 'Ports and take a walk around the neighborhood. Then as I'm coming around Aberdeen Street a freaking cop comes around the corner telling me to put my hands up and get on the floor! I just dropped my head in defeat and kept my hands in my pockets. Then he started yelling for me to take my hands out and get them up.

A smirk spread across my face as I thought to myself, "Why does this have to happen now?"

I lowered myself to my knees as I slowly put my hands up and behind my head and looked up at the officer.

"What's so funny?" he asked when he saw my smirk.

"If I had listened to my mom and not stepped out of the house I wouldn't be here on my knees is what's so funny," I replied.

So he questioned me about who I was and what I was doing and why I was walking around. He told me I fit the description for someone they were looking for and then kept chit chatting with me after he was sure I wasn't his suspect. The water from the rainfall earlier was slowly seeping through my jeans so I asked if I could get up. He let me off and wished me luck at home.

I walked back home and I sure this ain't over yet. My mother doesn't know how to let something end. Luckily my father wasn't home when it all happened or this could have gotten a lot worse.

I never threw something and stomped it tbefore though. I don't know where the aggression came from. I recall kick over the gate we have in the kitchen to block the dogs from roaming the house over as well. She thought I was gonna hit her. My own mother doesn't know me. I would never lay a finger on a female. Not after I saw her get beat for over half my life. Oh well.

I can't wait till tomorrow now. I'm going to Last Call to hang with Cindy and Joe. It'll be nice to see him and have a few drinks. Maybe Tracey will be there.

I need to sleep.

It's been a shitty day.