So I had a strange dream last night.
I was at Zuey's, just like what happened in real life, and instead of everything that happened, SB and I left and went back to my new house (apparently I lived there already.) We were fucking on the couch, and suddenly he stops and he looks me in the eyes and he's like, "You're really special to me and I just wanted to let you know that." We kept fucking and it was the best sex I ever had... weird.
I wonder if this is wishful thinking or a premonition!
30 January 2005
Dia Siete
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAllelujia!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAllelujia!
I went to Zuey's last night.
I made out with a 40 year old Irish guy last night.
I found out this morning that I'm not knocked up - yay.
I found out also this morning that SB no longer has a girlfriend.
So at Zuey's last night they were having a cancer benefit. I wanted to buy some tickets but I didn't really have enough money. Gotta save up! Mc bought me drinks all night though, and B* did too, so I ended up getting plastered off my ass. SB showed up at the bar too, and while he was there his girlfriend called and broke up with him. This morning he told me he was relieved that he didn't have to do it. Yay! Anyway, the place was PACKED last night and I had a lot of fun. Lately people have been buying me drinks a lot, I think I'm starting to look and feel more confident for some reason, and that makes me more fun, therefore people want to buy me drinks. I think it's cool, and I feel really good about it. I like it when people like me. And last night Sheets showed up at the bar. I was fucking thrilled. I was SO thrilled in fact that I called VJ just to tell him that I was sitting next to Sheets. I love Sheets.
Today is a good day. I spent all day just packing everything and I'm about done (other than what I will use tomorrow morning and what I couldn't fit in a box) and SB will be coming over tomorrow in the late afternoon to load up his work van to move me. He is doing it all by himself too. I am so in like with him, haha, remind me to not get involved. Everytime I find a guy I really like, something dumb happens... like he doesn't like me back, or he has a girlfriend or a wife or a lifelong commitment to the Lord... Oh well. I'll just keep truckin'!
SB called me first thing this morning (well technically it was afternoon, like 12:30pm) just to talk. My heart was like "woooooah" and my mind was like "oy". We talked for almost an hour, and then I decided it was time to pack. He said he might come over tonight and I was excited for quality time and probably some sex, then I found out I'm not knocked up so that probably won't happen (the sex that is haha) but maybe he'll still want to spend quality time with the devistatingly cute and ridiculously charming Kelly. *grin*
So a funny thing happened on Friday. I was at work, again playing the role of mexican mule. My loans are supposed to be closing on Monday, three of them, so I'm staying past 3:30pm to make sure everything is done. DD asks me if LF is quitting. I'm thinking to myself, "This is semi-random..." and I'm like, "Uh, well, she's pretty much pissed off at the world you know." He agrees and so I tell him all about the interviews and how she did get one job but turned it down because she would have to wait about a month to get any money and I guess she couldn't live like that. You know, she has to buy $50 worth of weed everyday, and diapers. Priorities, I swear. So DD tells DE this information and DE's like, "That is all I needed to know - Now I have a reason!" And we're all laughing and DE says, "You know, she really has no reason to bitch and complain and hate her job - it's not our fault that you make twice as much as she does (my check this week was $1,422 and hers was $749!) it's her own fault! You're still here to make sure your loans close - she's gone and we're doing her work!" I'm so glad that I didn't have to really backstab her, that would have made me feel bad. Thank gods she might be gone soon though. Yay.
It's about 6:00 pm and I'm trying to think of what else I can pack. TM is supposed to be coming over to pick up his washer, dryer, and all his mattresses. I highly doubt he'll show up and then SB is going to have to move all that crap. Grr. I wish TM was more responsible.
So out of my whole paycheck, I have $108 left. Expenses were as follows:
$249 Rent-A-Center
$758 Rent/Deposit
$200 Scott
$85 misc
I still have to pay $20 for tax when RAC drops off my stuff (washer, dryer, couch and recliner) and about $30 for a steam cleaner. I am not excited at all. That means I will only have $58 to last me until February 14th, and I still have to pay my phone bill AND have money for living day to day. I think I'm going to start getting money from Mike again. After all he still owes me $630 as of today.
Ah, MF and the money he owes me. What a weird situation. He is trying to sell enough St. Jude research tickets at work to win the trip to the Bahamas for us, but that won't be for awhile yet. I really need to get money from him for the last three weeks he's lived here so that his bill doesn't keep going up. He is NOT living with me in the new place, and I know he needs to save money to find an apartment, but I just can't support us any more.
*Sigh* I'm back to thinking about SB again. I think it's time I worked on my novel. Later.
By the way, Papa John's Spinach Alfredo Pizza is not that bad. Not that good, but not that bad.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAllelujia!
I went to Zuey's last night.
I made out with a 40 year old Irish guy last night.
I found out this morning that I'm not knocked up - yay.
I found out also this morning that SB no longer has a girlfriend.
So at Zuey's last night they were having a cancer benefit. I wanted to buy some tickets but I didn't really have enough money. Gotta save up! Mc bought me drinks all night though, and B* did too, so I ended up getting plastered off my ass. SB showed up at the bar too, and while he was there his girlfriend called and broke up with him. This morning he told me he was relieved that he didn't have to do it. Yay! Anyway, the place was PACKED last night and I had a lot of fun. Lately people have been buying me drinks a lot, I think I'm starting to look and feel more confident for some reason, and that makes me more fun, therefore people want to buy me drinks. I think it's cool, and I feel really good about it. I like it when people like me. And last night Sheets showed up at the bar. I was fucking thrilled. I was SO thrilled in fact that I called VJ just to tell him that I was sitting next to Sheets. I love Sheets.
Today is a good day. I spent all day just packing everything and I'm about done (other than what I will use tomorrow morning and what I couldn't fit in a box) and SB will be coming over tomorrow in the late afternoon to load up his work van to move me. He is doing it all by himself too. I am so in like with him, haha, remind me to not get involved. Everytime I find a guy I really like, something dumb happens... like he doesn't like me back, or he has a girlfriend or a wife or a lifelong commitment to the Lord... Oh well. I'll just keep truckin'!
SB called me first thing this morning (well technically it was afternoon, like 12:30pm) just to talk. My heart was like "woooooah" and my mind was like "oy". We talked for almost an hour, and then I decided it was time to pack. He said he might come over tonight and I was excited for quality time and probably some sex, then I found out I'm not knocked up so that probably won't happen (the sex that is haha) but maybe he'll still want to spend quality time with the devistatingly cute and ridiculously charming Kelly. *grin*
So a funny thing happened on Friday. I was at work, again playing the role of mexican mule. My loans are supposed to be closing on Monday, three of them, so I'm staying past 3:30pm to make sure everything is done. DD asks me if LF is quitting. I'm thinking to myself, "This is semi-random..." and I'm like, "Uh, well, she's pretty much pissed off at the world you know." He agrees and so I tell him all about the interviews and how she did get one job but turned it down because she would have to wait about a month to get any money and I guess she couldn't live like that. You know, she has to buy $50 worth of weed everyday, and diapers. Priorities, I swear. So DD tells DE this information and DE's like, "That is all I needed to know - Now I have a reason!" And we're all laughing and DE says, "You know, she really has no reason to bitch and complain and hate her job - it's not our fault that you make twice as much as she does (my check this week was $1,422 and hers was $749!) it's her own fault! You're still here to make sure your loans close - she's gone and we're doing her work!" I'm so glad that I didn't have to really backstab her, that would have made me feel bad. Thank gods she might be gone soon though. Yay.
It's about 6:00 pm and I'm trying to think of what else I can pack. TM is supposed to be coming over to pick up his washer, dryer, and all his mattresses. I highly doubt he'll show up and then SB is going to have to move all that crap. Grr. I wish TM was more responsible.
So out of my whole paycheck, I have $108 left. Expenses were as follows:
$249 Rent-A-Center
$758 Rent/Deposit
$200 Scott
$85 misc
I still have to pay $20 for tax when RAC drops off my stuff (washer, dryer, couch and recliner) and about $30 for a steam cleaner. I am not excited at all. That means I will only have $58 to last me until February 14th, and I still have to pay my phone bill AND have money for living day to day. I think I'm going to start getting money from Mike again. After all he still owes me $630 as of today.
Ah, MF and the money he owes me. What a weird situation. He is trying to sell enough St. Jude research tickets at work to win the trip to the Bahamas for us, but that won't be for awhile yet. I really need to get money from him for the last three weeks he's lived here so that his bill doesn't keep going up. He is NOT living with me in the new place, and I know he needs to save money to find an apartment, but I just can't support us any more.
*Sigh* I'm back to thinking about SB again. I think it's time I worked on my novel. Later.
By the way, Papa John's Spinach Alfredo Pizza is not that bad. Not that good, but not that bad.
27 January 2005
Day Six
"Secrets are stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
If you fall I will catch you
I'll be waiting
Time after Time"
*sigh*
Well I have been fairly busy lately, with all the moving and packing and such. I have a semi-date tomorrow with SB... He actually called me up to schedule ahead of time, instead of the normal rushed phone call around 8pm... *grin*
I matter.
So on Tuesday I went up to Conti's to do some karaoke, and it ended up being a fairly uneventful yet terribly fun night. I ran into Mikey and Wolfman, two guys from Mannequin's (now the Voodoo Cafe) that my ex-husband and I used to hang out with. It was kinda cool. Now that I'm not married though, Mikey felt the need to hit on me all night. *Shiver* Met a guy named Steve who looks like a mix between Keanu Reeves and Elvis. He was kinda boring but I was semi-drunk so he seemed okay. I rocked the mic, as always. The bitch Holly was there and she sang terribly, as always... hahaha!
Last night I went up to The Jerk to see TV because I kinda stood him up on Tuesday to go to Conti's. WR, DJ, and AK from work were there, and it was the shit. I knew it would be a good night when DJ bought me a Miller Lite straight off the bat. Yay! I love my L.O.'s! *Grin* I sang like a rock star, as usual, and rocked the fuckin' joint. Hell yes. TM showed up to sell some pills and I laughed at him because he's just so strange sometimes. I walked into the bar sober with $6 and walked out three-quarters drunk with $6. Tell me how much I rock, seriously. People were, no doubt, handing me beers so randomly. Then they started buying shots. My god, it has got to be one of the best nights out I have had in a REALLY long time. Life is beautiful sometimes. Usually right after it sucks. *Wink*
So there is a guy at the bar named S*. Nice enough guy, generic, etc. We talked a little bit at the bar, and then when it was time to leave, he was like "Hey, you wanna come over and have a glass of wine?" So I did... go me. For some reason, the boys love me nowadays... I just wish I could get a good one to commit to something... I guess SB is committed to be my fuck buddy, but I am looking for a weeeeeeee bit more than that. Anyway, I went home with S* and we chilled on the couch for a minute and then he had to shower (smelled smoky from the bar, but I think he just wanted a reason to get naked.) I talked to him while he was showering, and he asked me to wash his back. I will say he had a nice ass, but the front was slightly lacking... Eh. Anyway we ended up on the couch and there was a LOT of lotion... Then I got bored and sleepy so I gave him a nice handjob and went home. I'm no slut! No sleepy with the S*! Go me, I rule. It happens, sorry ladies but the men like this aaaaaaaaaaaass. *Shimmy*
Later taters, its time for beer and a movie.
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
If you fall I will catch you
I'll be waiting
Time after Time"
*sigh*
Well I have been fairly busy lately, with all the moving and packing and such. I have a semi-date tomorrow with SB... He actually called me up to schedule ahead of time, instead of the normal rushed phone call around 8pm... *grin*
I matter.
So on Tuesday I went up to Conti's to do some karaoke, and it ended up being a fairly uneventful yet terribly fun night. I ran into Mikey and Wolfman, two guys from Mannequin's (now the Voodoo Cafe) that my ex-husband and I used to hang out with. It was kinda cool. Now that I'm not married though, Mikey felt the need to hit on me all night. *Shiver* Met a guy named Steve who looks like a mix between Keanu Reeves and Elvis. He was kinda boring but I was semi-drunk so he seemed okay. I rocked the mic, as always. The bitch Holly was there and she sang terribly, as always... hahaha!
Last night I went up to The Jerk to see TV because I kinda stood him up on Tuesday to go to Conti's. WR, DJ, and AK from work were there, and it was the shit. I knew it would be a good night when DJ bought me a Miller Lite straight off the bat. Yay! I love my L.O.'s! *Grin* I sang like a rock star, as usual, and rocked the fuckin' joint. Hell yes. TM showed up to sell some pills and I laughed at him because he's just so strange sometimes. I walked into the bar sober with $6 and walked out three-quarters drunk with $6. Tell me how much I rock, seriously. People were, no doubt, handing me beers so randomly. Then they started buying shots. My god, it has got to be one of the best nights out I have had in a REALLY long time. Life is beautiful sometimes. Usually right after it sucks. *Wink*
So there is a guy at the bar named S*. Nice enough guy, generic, etc. We talked a little bit at the bar, and then when it was time to leave, he was like "Hey, you wanna come over and have a glass of wine?" So I did... go me. For some reason, the boys love me nowadays... I just wish I could get a good one to commit to something... I guess SB is committed to be my fuck buddy, but I am looking for a weeeeeeee bit more than that. Anyway, I went home with S* and we chilled on the couch for a minute and then he had to shower (smelled smoky from the bar, but I think he just wanted a reason to get naked.) I talked to him while he was showering, and he asked me to wash his back. I will say he had a nice ass, but the front was slightly lacking... Eh. Anyway we ended up on the couch and there was a LOT of lotion... Then I got bored and sleepy so I gave him a nice handjob and went home. I'm no slut! No sleepy with the S*! Go me, I rule. It happens, sorry ladies but the men like this aaaaaaaaaaaass. *Shimmy*
Later taters, its time for beer and a movie.
23 January 2005
Cry (Day Five #2)
I feel like a loser right now.
All my friends from high school have graduated and moved on to new fresh adult lives. I, unfortuantely (kinda) did not go to college. Instead I graduated from high school and got straight into the work force. I had everything at 20 years old that a 30 year old could want. Then I got married. Now there is a big black spot on my life, and I have 3 years worth of mess to clean up.
Current mood: Fatigued.
All my friends from high school have graduated and moved on to new fresh adult lives. I, unfortuantely (kinda) did not go to college. Instead I graduated from high school and got straight into the work force. I had everything at 20 years old that a 30 year old could want. Then I got married. Now there is a big black spot on my life, and I have 3 years worth of mess to clean up.
Current mood: Fatigued.
Quiver (Day Five)
OOOOOH.
So I took 2 hits last night, and instead of seeing inanimate objects talk or shake or have heartbeats, I felt like I was rollin' something intense. It was sucky at first, but quickly turned to awesome.
Found out why SB hasn't always returned my calls - it's called a girlfriend. Grrr. I guess the situation is that he is trying to figure out if he wants to stay with her or not. Supposedly he really likes me, but he's not sure about her. Sometimes she can be a real "dickhead" and a big "asshole" when he goes over there, and he doesn't like to be treated like that. (The quotes indicate his words, btw - he's not very loquacious.) He is trying to get away from her I guess. I'm not too concerned about it because he chose me over her last night and that was cool, and he kissed me on the lips. I guess it's not really a big deal about the kiss, but he never kissed me before. *Grin*
So, talked to MF last night about the whole living situation. Not sure what's he going to do next Monday when I move out, but I know he can't stay with me. I feel kinda bad, but he knew it was coming anyway. Last night while I'm trippin balls at Zueys, I was like "Hey now we can go on a date since we won't be roommates!" and he AGREED. He even said we could kiss, but he wasn't going to let me make him a statistic. I said that was fine because at one point I had been madly in love with him anyway, and therefore I would be willing to wait for him. Oh yes, I told a guy I wanted to wait. MF must be special!
I'm thawing pork chops in the microwave so I can make teriaki pork stir fry later. Gotta use up all this food before we move! On to Vh-1's "I love the 90's - Part Deux", I'll catch y'all later.
So I took 2 hits last night, and instead of seeing inanimate objects talk or shake or have heartbeats, I felt like I was rollin' something intense. It was sucky at first, but quickly turned to awesome.
Found out why SB hasn't always returned my calls - it's called a girlfriend. Grrr. I guess the situation is that he is trying to figure out if he wants to stay with her or not. Supposedly he really likes me, but he's not sure about her. Sometimes she can be a real "dickhead" and a big "asshole" when he goes over there, and he doesn't like to be treated like that. (The quotes indicate his words, btw - he's not very loquacious.) He is trying to get away from her I guess. I'm not too concerned about it because he chose me over her last night and that was cool, and he kissed me on the lips. I guess it's not really a big deal about the kiss, but he never kissed me before. *Grin*
So, talked to MF last night about the whole living situation. Not sure what's he going to do next Monday when I move out, but I know he can't stay with me. I feel kinda bad, but he knew it was coming anyway. Last night while I'm trippin balls at Zueys, I was like "Hey now we can go on a date since we won't be roommates!" and he AGREED. He even said we could kiss, but he wasn't going to let me make him a statistic. I said that was fine because at one point I had been madly in love with him anyway, and therefore I would be willing to wait for him. Oh yes, I told a guy I wanted to wait. MF must be special!
I'm thawing pork chops in the microwave so I can make teriaki pork stir fry later. Gotta use up all this food before we move! On to Vh-1's "I love the 90's - Part Deux", I'll catch y'all later.
21 January 2005
ROCK ON! (Day Four)
YES! FINALLY!
I am no longer burdened by the evils of Little Turtle. Thank gods. Oh yes.
Work was ridiculous - some bitch E who works at Title First in UA told me that I didn't know how to do my job - grrr, another Oblivion in my life, sent to make it irritating. Well I basically bent over, ready for her to ream it in my ass, when I realised that I was the one who should be doing the reaming - so I did. Hahahahaha! I rule! And you know who rules along with me? WR. He is my looooooove of all time! He took over while I was reaming the bitch and gave her a n*ass*ty reacharound. Oh Yes.
I worked an hour of overtime for the second day this week. Boo-yah!
So then I'm leaving work, carrying a big empty paper box out with me (needed due to the move) and my cell phone is ringingringingringing OH YES it's Courtney from Chateau and she says, "*sigh* Hi, It's C and I just wanted to let you know you're approved!" YAY! I am no longer pending homeless! YAY!
Now to quote my favorite rapper of ALL time.
"Let's get down to business, I don't have no time to play around - what is this? Must be a circus in town that shut the shit down - all these clowns! Can I get a witness? ...Look at all this bullshit that goes on in Gotham while I'm gone..."
For reference to what an "Oblivion" is, please see http://www.foxnews.com/strakalogue
20 January 2005
Jour Trois - Deux
:(
Emotional.
I'm on the verge of having a breakdown
Can't believe another let me down
Its almost like one a day
Take your turn, throw my way
Personal hell
Trying to sell
A soul that is damaged
Nothing rhymes with damaged.
So I was thinking that maybe I should just let EJ come over and get a blow job. I'm not too interested in doing it, but I'm sure it will get him to stop asking me every other minute. Maybe. I think he's nice and it's weird that he went to my high school, but whatever. I can add him to the list - make it an even 30.
Aaaaah, the list.
I have a fever and my insides hurt
I lay around, admiring dirt
Thinking of silly songs
Wondering why my heart still longs
SB still has the DVD of "8 Mile" that I got from my parents for Christmas... I want to call him simply to get it back, I really do, but last time I tried calling he hit the ignore button and sent me to his voicemail. It's very obvious that he's no longer interested, but damn. He said himself that he would be "man enough to bring the movie back". Maybe I'm overreacting and his kid(s) are sick or he's sick or something. Maybe not.
Too many maybes.
Emotional.
I'm on the verge of having a breakdown
Can't believe another let me down
Its almost like one a day
Take your turn, throw my way
Personal hell
Trying to sell
A soul that is damaged
Nothing rhymes with damaged.
So I was thinking that maybe I should just let EJ come over and get a blow job. I'm not too interested in doing it, but I'm sure it will get him to stop asking me every other minute. Maybe. I think he's nice and it's weird that he went to my high school, but whatever. I can add him to the list - make it an even 30.
Aaaaah, the list.
I have a fever and my insides hurt
I lay around, admiring dirt
Thinking of silly songs
Wondering why my heart still longs
SB still has the DVD of "8 Mile" that I got from my parents for Christmas... I want to call him simply to get it back, I really do, but last time I tried calling he hit the ignore button and sent me to his voicemail. It's very obvious that he's no longer interested, but damn. He said himself that he would be "man enough to bring the movie back". Maybe I'm overreacting and his kid(s) are sick or he's sick or something. Maybe not.
Too many maybes.
19 January 2005
La Dia Dos
Well here we are on day two, I'm still irritated.
LF didn't show up for work today (haha, so fired!) and nobody seemed to care. I worked all day long, hard as mexican mule, and I believe my staying past 5:30pm helped my brown-nosing. I'm not really a bitch like that, but I really don't like LF and instead of being a TOTAL loser and making her look bad, I'm just going to make myself look really good. ;) Check out the smart girl over here! Boo-ya!
ND shaved his head so I rubbed it all day long. Very interesting considering he works with me... that's how we are at my office, just like a family that flirts... ew.
It's about 8pm and I'm debating on going to Carribean Jerks. On one hand, VJ might be there (yes, I'm madly in love and won't admit it) and that is a good thing. On the other hand, he might not be there and then I would only know the guy who runs the karaoke show. *Sigh*
So I have decided that I hate boys. I'm gonna go for men from now on. Nobody under the age of 75. SB didn't call or show up last night, and I'm irritated. He was the one who pushed me over the edge into Piercednippleville and he hasn't even seen them yet. Damn him. I knew he was too good to be true, even though we never dated... am I obsessed with having a boyfriend you ask? No, I just want a friend.
James Taylor pops into my head "You got a friend, when you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand, just call on me and I'll be there... Winter, spring, summer or faaaaall, all you gotta do is call!" I wonder if I called James Taylor would he be my friend? Doubt it. Met Kid Rock once, touched him, nothing ever came of that...
Turned in my application today for the Blendon Square apartment community, complete with a 5 page disclosure about the evils of The Villas at Little Turtle. Hopefully they'll understand what an evil bitch Patty Simpson is. :)
Made fried chicky and sourhorse potatoes for dinner. Saved some for MF because I'm nice, but he probably won't eat them anyway. I hate boys!
I think I may quit smoking, just because I hate going to buy cigarettes. It always takes an extra 10 minutes out of my day. 10 minutes divided by 20 cigarettes... well that's 30 seconds per cigarette and it usually takes about 3 minutes to smoke one... do you think it's worth it?
Alright kids, I think I'm gonna call TM and get him to go to the Jerk with me.
*sigh*
Look! A Pic!
LF didn't show up for work today (haha, so fired!) and nobody seemed to care. I worked all day long, hard as mexican mule, and I believe my staying past 5:30pm helped my brown-nosing. I'm not really a bitch like that, but I really don't like LF and instead of being a TOTAL loser and making her look bad, I'm just going to make myself look really good. ;) Check out the smart girl over here! Boo-ya!
ND shaved his head so I rubbed it all day long. Very interesting considering he works with me... that's how we are at my office, just like a family that flirts... ew.
It's about 8pm and I'm debating on going to Carribean Jerks. On one hand, VJ might be there (yes, I'm madly in love and won't admit it) and that is a good thing. On the other hand, he might not be there and then I would only know the guy who runs the karaoke show. *Sigh*
So I have decided that I hate boys. I'm gonna go for men from now on. Nobody under the age of 75. SB didn't call or show up last night, and I'm irritated. He was the one who pushed me over the edge into Piercednippleville and he hasn't even seen them yet. Damn him. I knew he was too good to be true, even though we never dated... am I obsessed with having a boyfriend you ask? No, I just want a friend.
James Taylor pops into my head "You got a friend, when you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand, just call on me and I'll be there... Winter, spring, summer or faaaaall, all you gotta do is call!" I wonder if I called James Taylor would he be my friend? Doubt it. Met Kid Rock once, touched him, nothing ever came of that...
Turned in my application today for the Blendon Square apartment community, complete with a 5 page disclosure about the evils of The Villas at Little Turtle. Hopefully they'll understand what an evil bitch Patty Simpson is. :)
Made fried chicky and sourhorse potatoes for dinner. Saved some for MF because I'm nice, but he probably won't eat them anyway. I hate boys!
I think I may quit smoking, just because I hate going to buy cigarettes. It always takes an extra 10 minutes out of my day. 10 minutes divided by 20 cigarettes... well that's 30 seconds per cigarette and it usually takes about 3 minutes to smoke one... do you think it's worth it?
Alright kids, I think I'm gonna call TM and get him to go to the Jerk with me.
*sigh*
Look! A Pic!
18 January 2005
Day One
Well hello.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I tell ya what, if only I had the super power to stop time and get shit done the way I want it.
So, I'm at work, being irritated because the girl who was my "best" friend is a total bitch and I finally told her about it... she was not pleased. Needless to say I performed a routine back-stabbing and hopefully she'll be gone by the end of the week. Yip.
My dad calls - weird - and says, "When did you get a pit-bull?"
*Excuse Me?*
I don't like doggys.
The Regional Property Manager had called my father to tell him that I am keeping pit-bulls in my house... very very interesting... My friend FW was staying with me for awhile and he has one... keeps her on a leash though... wonder what is happening...?
Call RPM Beeeeeyotch extraordinaire and ask her what the heck is up... She is afraid of dogs and apparently Diamond Dog (pit-bull, 5 mos old, weighs like 20 lbs, barely reaches my knee) was running all over the complex. Super.
I tell RPMB that she can shove it and I don't want to live there anymore. Great. She's happy because the following is what they have accused me of doing:
My "roommate" is in "His" room right now tripping on acid while Diamond pees on the floor.
I rule.
I'm drinking a Beast Light waiting for SB to call (*Sigh* Why wait?) wondering if my nipples will completely heal from their recent piercings, and eating some dry popcorn.
Come play with me!
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I tell ya what, if only I had the super power to stop time and get shit done the way I want it.
So, I'm at work, being irritated because the girl who was my "best" friend is a total bitch and I finally told her about it... she was not pleased. Needless to say I performed a routine back-stabbing and hopefully she'll be gone by the end of the week. Yip.
My dad calls - weird - and says, "When did you get a pit-bull?"
*Excuse Me?*
I don't like doggys.
The Regional Property Manager had called my father to tell him that I am keeping pit-bulls in my house... very very interesting... My friend FW was staying with me for awhile and he has one... keeps her on a leash though... wonder what is happening...?
Call RPM Beeeeeyotch extraordinaire and ask her what the heck is up... She is afraid of dogs and apparently Diamond Dog (pit-bull, 5 mos old, weighs like 20 lbs, barely reaches my knee) was running all over the complex. Super.
I tell RPMB that she can shove it and I don't want to live there anymore. Great. She's happy because the following is what they have accused me of doing:
- Throwing wild parties at 4am on a Wednesday
- Harboring a fugitive
- Drug trafficking
- Failing to properly operate a vaccuum cleaner and/or steam cleaner
- Breeding pit-bulls
My "roommate" is in "His" room right now tripping on acid while Diamond pees on the floor.
I rule.
I'm drinking a Beast Light waiting for SB to call (*Sigh* Why wait?) wondering if my nipples will completely heal from their recent piercings, and eating some dry popcorn.
Come play with me!
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