Last night, strange dream. Yes.
I was at my (ex, now) boyfriend (little) Tony's father's house. It was some sort of celebration, because his grandparents were there, his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. I knew all these people in the dream like I did in real life, only there were some people I didn't know. We we sitting at a long picnic table, about twice the size of a normal one, and there was a huge feast laid out. As we were eating, this little girl came up to me and said she wanted me to help her in the bathroom because she was scared to go alone. I took her inside the house (actually Tony's dad's house, an old farmhouse) and upstairs to the bathroom. I let her go in by herself, and while I was waiting I heard screams outside. I looked to the window, and the picnic table was being dive-bombed by birds. I heard the door open behind me, and looked to see {insert girl's name here}- only it wasn't her. There was only a cat mushing up against my legs... and then the cat spoke and it was the girl. I locked the cat/girl in a bedroom and ran downstairs to get the grandma. Everyone was inside now because of the birds, so I just snuck granny upstairs and on the way, told her my problem. She laughed and said, "It happens sometimes" and said she would have a talk with the girl. I looked out the window and saw some boys getting chased by birds, so I yelled for them to come in. I went downstairs and looked at everyone's somber faces. I asked what was up, because it wasn't really a big deal, and someone told me that the birds were birds of death for the children and once the birds showed up the children were bound to remain in their animal forms forever, or at least until the wizard arrived, which could be years. I was stunned. The only thing that could bring a wizard was The Great Snowfall, and granny was the only one who could make it, but her powers were weakening with age. Suddenly, there was a lot of clumping upstairs and someone yelled, "Elsie!" We heard granny say she had turned into a cow. One of the boys had turned into a hawk, and he was just sitting there perched on the back of an armchair. Then, someone screamed. Expecting to see another child turned animal, we ran to the window and looked out where she was looking. The ground was covered with snow, at least 4 feet deep, the trees which had been lush and green just minutes before were now barren and covered in ice. There was a bright light up in the sky which I thought was the sun, but someone said it was the wizard on his way. Just as he started to come into form, I woke up.
Christ. You would think I take acid for a living.
30 April 2006
26 April 2006
The Sweet Smell of Ether
I got a forward the other day that really made me laugh out loud. This was one of the "watch out girls it's happening all over the US" kind of forwards that warns females of the impending doom awaiting them outside their local shopping mall or grocery store. It said that there are cases where a couple of guys would approach a lady, using the line that they are marketing a new brand of perfume. These evildoers have a paper for the woman to sniff, to sample the perfume scent if you will, but *shock* the paper does not have a sample of perfume on it - it's soaked in ether and one sniff will make you pass out and they will take your wallet and your purse and possibly rape and kill you.
Ok.
I used to do a lot of cocaine, as you all know, and I must tell you that if one sniff of ether makes someone pass out, I wouldn't have become an addict. Cocaine is generally cut with ether (it's what makes the coke taste kinda bitey) or kerosene (that's why sometimes it will have a yellowish tint to it), at least the coke I usually did was cut with either of those two. It takes a lot (not as much you'd think) of ether, about 18 mililiters per one gram of cocaine (not an actual figure, just an estimate) to make a good cut. Not that I would know, I just looked up my info on Google. It just makes me think of how pathetic these forwards are, and I'd like to know who the bastard is that writes them and sends them out in the first place. Whoever it is should be shot - not shot to be killed but shot like in the leg or something so they will learn their lesson. Yes, their lesson.
On a more interesting note, I had the strangest dream the other night. It tops the most recent ones even. I dreamt that I was dressed up like a fairy, and I was 100 lbs lighter. I was trying to get into this store, but they were closed, so I tried to break in because apparently I really really needed something. My attempt was unsuccessful, so I ran away. I realised the security guards were chasing me, so I cut off into some woods and found a large house in the middle of a clearing. There was a driveway and gravel and stuff, and cars, so I knew it wasn't abandoned. I climbed up the drainpipe and heard the security guards behind me. I had nowhere to hide because the roof was wide open of course, so I slinked (slunk?) over to this ledge that was about four stories off the ground. It had decorative gargoyles on it so I just laid on my side in a pose to try and blend in. Suddenly the guards are in the driveway and yelling for me. Who should come out of the house but SS. She looks different than in real life, younger and a little bit heavier (not fat just less bony and boyish) and her hair is more blonde. She talks to the guards and says she hasn't seen anyone, meanwhile I'm having a cow because I'm afraid that any second now I will fall off this skinny ass ledge. The guards finally leave and she goes back into the house. I somehow get down, and she's waiting right there at the bottom for me. She doesn't recognize me at all! We go into the house and she gets me a Pepsi, and for some reason decides to give me a tour of this gigantic house. We walk all over the place, and I tell you what this house is over five thousand square feet. It started out as a tiny farmhouse, but over the years about seven additions have been put on. Regardless, the whole place is falling apart. The carpet is worn down, the walls have holes, there are beams in the ceiling that are exposed and not in the rustic lodge kind of way either. We go up to the attic where her old craggly grandmother (in real life I don't even know if her grandmother is alive) is playing on the internet, games, chat rooms, etc. Apparently the grandma never goes downstairs and leaves through the window, using the ledge that I was leaning on as a walkway. It was nuts. SS and I go back downstairs to a sort of living room area, and her dad and mom come in (not her real life parents just dream parents.) They are dressed up for a costume party, and the dad is going as an elderly mall walker on Viagra (complete with inflatible erection) and the mom is going as Mother Earth. It was absolutely ridiculous. Jms comes in and looks at me funny, and swears he's seen me somewhere before, eventually deciding that he probably knew me when he lived in Florida. I'm trying to keep a straight face through all of this because SS is being so nice to me, not even realising that it's actually me but one hundred pounds thinner.
I woke up feelings weird but with more motivation to lose this damn weight.
Last night SL and I went to karaoke, and it was so fun. The Rumplemintz girls were there and we each had two free shots and got some free light up shot glasses. That was awesome. We played trivia and I did so great! I was so proud of myself because usually I suck at trivia. But I rocked. I sang awesomely too. I just love going out and having fun. We got in a stupid fight when we got home, over fucking pizza of all things, but the main reason why I was irritated with him is because now that I know he's not from Italy, it really grates on my nerves when he acts like he's the end all be all of Italian anything. Mozzerella isn't pronounced "Mots-er-el-ah" it's "Mootz-er-ell" because "that's how he was raised." I guess it's just hard for me to believe. We were talking about school lunch (I have no idea why) and how the pizza is rectangular. He called it Sicilian style. I told him he was full of shit, because it's simply dough with tomatoes and cheese and pepperoni cubes. It's barely pizza at all, let alone Sicilian style. Then he said Sicilian means spicy sauce or something like that. I said, again, full of shit because school pizza sauce had barely any flavor. Then he just started in like he usually does about how he knows everything about everything even remotely related to Italy/Italian things, and I just tried to fall asleep figuring he would ramble until he realised I was out. Unfortunately he asked me some questions and I answered, slurred because I had had about six beers and because I was falling asleep. Then he accused me of sounding like SS's neice so I literally kicked him out of the bed and made him sleep downstairs. Everything is fine today. It was just a stupid retarded fight, but it wouldn't have even meant anything if he hadn't said one of the meanest things he could ever say. I'm not a hillbilly, I'm not illiterate, I don't have poor grammar and spelling - I'm nothing like that family and it really hurt that he would even think it, let alone say it. Oh well, I'm over it. It's not like I haven't said mean things before, but damn that was hurtful.
SL finally started his job on Monday, I'm so happy. He gets to wear a white coat and a nametag! I'm so so so thrilled. It will mean an extra $1,000+ a month for the next couple months until he completes the certification, and after that it will probably be more like $3,000 or more per month. This is just great. I can tell he likes the job too. He seems to be happier, and I know I am, because now he's contributing to the household. Congratulations SL!
Over the weekend SL and I had to go to these lame demonstrations, but it was worth it because in return we recieved two free, all-expenses paid (except airfare and some tax) trips to the Bahamas, Dominican Republic, and/or Mexico, and one 35mm Kodak camera with a lifetime supply of free film with discounted developing rates. It fucking rocks. Now we just have to save up like $2,500! Ha. We have one year to use the one vacation and the other one never expires. Hell fucking yeah bitches.
Saturday SL and I went to the mall and stopped at Ashcroft & Oak because they had all these balloons and stuff out front. I saw a beautiful ring that I wanted for only $99 (normally like $159 or something) and SL bought it for me. He also bought himself a chain and a little white gold cross. Yippy! Don't worry, he used his store credit card, not some money that we could have spent on something better! We picked up my ring this evening and it's beautiful. White gold band with a small flower in the middle, with Amethyst petals and a blue topaz center. I love it. Just like I love SL, no matter how many fights we get in.
Speaking of, I better finish up because he was in here a minute ago sitting next to me and I hate when people sit/stand behind me when I type/read/etc. and I asked him for some privacy so he's probably pouting in the bedroom. Oh well. *wink*
Ok.
I used to do a lot of cocaine, as you all know, and I must tell you that if one sniff of ether makes someone pass out, I wouldn't have become an addict. Cocaine is generally cut with ether (it's what makes the coke taste kinda bitey) or kerosene (that's why sometimes it will have a yellowish tint to it), at least the coke I usually did was cut with either of those two. It takes a lot (not as much you'd think) of ether, about 18 mililiters per one gram of cocaine (not an actual figure, just an estimate) to make a good cut. Not that I would know, I just looked up my info on Google. It just makes me think of how pathetic these forwards are, and I'd like to know who the bastard is that writes them and sends them out in the first place. Whoever it is should be shot - not shot to be killed but shot like in the leg or something so they will learn their lesson. Yes, their lesson.
On a more interesting note, I had the strangest dream the other night. It tops the most recent ones even. I dreamt that I was dressed up like a fairy, and I was 100 lbs lighter. I was trying to get into this store, but they were closed, so I tried to break in because apparently I really really needed something. My attempt was unsuccessful, so I ran away. I realised the security guards were chasing me, so I cut off into some woods and found a large house in the middle of a clearing. There was a driveway and gravel and stuff, and cars, so I knew it wasn't abandoned. I climbed up the drainpipe and heard the security guards behind me. I had nowhere to hide because the roof was wide open of course, so I slinked (slunk?) over to this ledge that was about four stories off the ground. It had decorative gargoyles on it so I just laid on my side in a pose to try and blend in. Suddenly the guards are in the driveway and yelling for me. Who should come out of the house but SS. She looks different than in real life, younger and a little bit heavier (not fat just less bony and boyish) and her hair is more blonde. She talks to the guards and says she hasn't seen anyone, meanwhile I'm having a cow because I'm afraid that any second now I will fall off this skinny ass ledge. The guards finally leave and she goes back into the house. I somehow get down, and she's waiting right there at the bottom for me. She doesn't recognize me at all! We go into the house and she gets me a Pepsi, and for some reason decides to give me a tour of this gigantic house. We walk all over the place, and I tell you what this house is over five thousand square feet. It started out as a tiny farmhouse, but over the years about seven additions have been put on. Regardless, the whole place is falling apart. The carpet is worn down, the walls have holes, there are beams in the ceiling that are exposed and not in the rustic lodge kind of way either. We go up to the attic where her old craggly grandmother (in real life I don't even know if her grandmother is alive) is playing on the internet, games, chat rooms, etc. Apparently the grandma never goes downstairs and leaves through the window, using the ledge that I was leaning on as a walkway. It was nuts. SS and I go back downstairs to a sort of living room area, and her dad and mom come in (not her real life parents just dream parents.) They are dressed up for a costume party, and the dad is going as an elderly mall walker on Viagra (complete with inflatible erection) and the mom is going as Mother Earth. It was absolutely ridiculous. Jms comes in and looks at me funny, and swears he's seen me somewhere before, eventually deciding that he probably knew me when he lived in Florida. I'm trying to keep a straight face through all of this because SS is being so nice to me, not even realising that it's actually me but one hundred pounds thinner.
I woke up feelings weird but with more motivation to lose this damn weight.
Last night SL and I went to karaoke, and it was so fun. The Rumplemintz girls were there and we each had two free shots and got some free light up shot glasses. That was awesome. We played trivia and I did so great! I was so proud of myself because usually I suck at trivia. But I rocked. I sang awesomely too. I just love going out and having fun. We got in a stupid fight when we got home, over fucking pizza of all things, but the main reason why I was irritated with him is because now that I know he's not from Italy, it really grates on my nerves when he acts like he's the end all be all of Italian anything. Mozzerella isn't pronounced "Mots-er-el-ah" it's "Mootz-er-ell" because "that's how he was raised." I guess it's just hard for me to believe. We were talking about school lunch (I have no idea why) and how the pizza is rectangular. He called it Sicilian style. I told him he was full of shit, because it's simply dough with tomatoes and cheese and pepperoni cubes. It's barely pizza at all, let alone Sicilian style. Then he said Sicilian means spicy sauce or something like that. I said, again, full of shit because school pizza sauce had barely any flavor. Then he just started in like he usually does about how he knows everything about everything even remotely related to Italy/Italian things, and I just tried to fall asleep figuring he would ramble until he realised I was out. Unfortunately he asked me some questions and I answered, slurred because I had had about six beers and because I was falling asleep. Then he accused me of sounding like SS's neice so I literally kicked him out of the bed and made him sleep downstairs. Everything is fine today. It was just a stupid retarded fight, but it wouldn't have even meant anything if he hadn't said one of the meanest things he could ever say. I'm not a hillbilly, I'm not illiterate, I don't have poor grammar and spelling - I'm nothing like that family and it really hurt that he would even think it, let alone say it. Oh well, I'm over it. It's not like I haven't said mean things before, but damn that was hurtful.
SL finally started his job on Monday, I'm so happy. He gets to wear a white coat and a nametag! I'm so so so thrilled. It will mean an extra $1,000+ a month for the next couple months until he completes the certification, and after that it will probably be more like $3,000 or more per month. This is just great. I can tell he likes the job too. He seems to be happier, and I know I am, because now he's contributing to the household. Congratulations SL!
Over the weekend SL and I had to go to these lame demonstrations, but it was worth it because in return we recieved two free, all-expenses paid (except airfare and some tax) trips to the Bahamas, Dominican Republic, and/or Mexico, and one 35mm Kodak camera with a lifetime supply of free film with discounted developing rates. It fucking rocks. Now we just have to save up like $2,500! Ha. We have one year to use the one vacation and the other one never expires. Hell fucking yeah bitches.
Saturday SL and I went to the mall and stopped at Ashcroft & Oak because they had all these balloons and stuff out front. I saw a beautiful ring that I wanted for only $99 (normally like $159 or something) and SL bought it for me. He also bought himself a chain and a little white gold cross. Yippy! Don't worry, he used his store credit card, not some money that we could have spent on something better! We picked up my ring this evening and it's beautiful. White gold band with a small flower in the middle, with Amethyst petals and a blue topaz center. I love it. Just like I love SL, no matter how many fights we get in.
Speaking of, I better finish up because he was in here a minute ago sitting next to me and I hate when people sit/stand behind me when I type/read/etc. and I asked him for some privacy so he's probably pouting in the bedroom. Oh well. *wink*
20 April 2006
18 April 2006
17 April 2006
Oh Yeah!
New pics and a super-swell updated format. Clicky clicky.
Pics of Easter, pics of Bark in the Park, pics of SL and me... lots of new pics!!
Pics of Easter, pics of Bark in the Park, pics of SL and me... lots of new pics!!
Happy Easter / Passover
I had Friday off, which was just swell. SL and I went to Long John Silver's for lunch and it was fucking wonderful. Yes, fucking. I haven't eaten there in about twenty years, literally, and I was absolutely thrilled. And only 15 points! Usually 15 points would be a lot for lunch, but 1) heck no, not for fast food (one McDonald's fish sandwich is 13 points not including fries or anything else) and 2) it was Good Friday so that meant no snacking henceforth larger meals were in order. Oh yes.
We had my tires rotated and balanced, went to Auto Zone, and then SL changed the oil. He's great. After all this exciting spending money time, we headed over to my parent's house for some mac'n'cheese and Easter celebrations. Actually they just gave me my basket and SL his gift certificate from the Easter Bunny so we wouldn't have to do it in Cleveland.
Saturday I was going to get my hair done, but since I had to get my tires done, I got my nails done instead (slightly confusing, sorry! Hair = $50, but tires = $22 so nails {$30} is the difference... or something... haha...) I was the only white girl in the shop, besides the asians who do the nails, and that was a little weird because usually there are no black girls. Not that I care, I'm just not used to it! They had the music turned up and there were some loud people there, but it was fun. And my nails look pretty. But before I got my nails done, we cleaned all day long, and I got both bathrooms done and sparkling. We still have to dust, vaccuum, and pick up random crap laying around, but for the most part the house is clean. The only shitty thing is, like I mentioned once before a long time ago, I will never have a really truly sparkling house because it's so old. There is 40 year old dust in the ducts and nooks and crannies. It's crappy but I have to deal with it. Maybe someday after everything gets settled and we have some money saved up, I can hire some nice girls to come in and scrub. I don't think it's terribly expensive, and I just need it once or twice to get the place really clean, using things I don't have access to like all those fancy products. Ha. Anyway!
Sunday we went to Cleveland to visit my gramma and my Uncle BK. It was pretty great, going to church at St. Barnabas (we love you truly) and then to J. Alexander's for dinner. I had NYO Mac'n'cheese and Prime Rib. They made it too rare (literally it was nasty) the first time so I had to send it back, but the second time it was perfect. A little too fatty, but I'm very picky! You're lucky I even eat steak! SJK got steak and fries, the greatest shoe-string fries ever, and I even dipped two in ketchup. Shocked my mother. This was the first time GMaP and Uncle BK ever met SL. My gramma loved him, she told me to keep him around. I said I would. We laughed so much at my GMaP's house because she kept telling the same story about me being little and riding all over the neighborhood on my Big Wheel and she had to take SJK in the Taylor Tot (aka stroller) to go find me. It was hilarious. We had a really wonderful time, I was so happy. It took a long time to get home because everyone and their brother was travelling Sunday evening, but that was okay. It rained a lot though, and I'm just tired of the rain. SL and I went to karaoke around 22:15 when we got home. Karaoke was great fun! Not so many people were there, and it was a different crowd, but I still had fun. We got White Castle afterwards, since we weren't counting points this day. We had a little fight at home then because of something pretty lame, but it was taken care of and everything is good now. SL and I both know what we have to work on. I'm not terribly concerned about all the fighting anymore because I have come to realise that it's probably just because we aren't used to being together for so long, and still getting used to living in the same space. By the way, Happy Five Month Anniversary to us on April 8th! Oh yeah!
On a completely unrelated note, and only because I think it HILARIOUS, click here for someone else who has a problem with cunts. *grin* Glad to know I'm not the only one. People are so dumb!!
We had my tires rotated and balanced, went to Auto Zone, and then SL changed the oil. He's great. After all this exciting spending money time, we headed over to my parent's house for some mac'n'cheese and Easter celebrations. Actually they just gave me my basket and SL his gift certificate from the Easter Bunny so we wouldn't have to do it in Cleveland.
Saturday I was going to get my hair done, but since I had to get my tires done, I got my nails done instead (slightly confusing, sorry! Hair = $50, but tires = $22 so nails {$30} is the difference... or something... haha...) I was the only white girl in the shop, besides the asians who do the nails, and that was a little weird because usually there are no black girls. Not that I care, I'm just not used to it! They had the music turned up and there were some loud people there, but it was fun. And my nails look pretty. But before I got my nails done, we cleaned all day long, and I got both bathrooms done and sparkling. We still have to dust, vaccuum, and pick up random crap laying around, but for the most part the house is clean. The only shitty thing is, like I mentioned once before a long time ago, I will never have a really truly sparkling house because it's so old. There is 40 year old dust in the ducts and nooks and crannies. It's crappy but I have to deal with it. Maybe someday after everything gets settled and we have some money saved up, I can hire some nice girls to come in and scrub. I don't think it's terribly expensive, and I just need it once or twice to get the place really clean, using things I don't have access to like all those fancy products. Ha. Anyway!
Sunday we went to Cleveland to visit my gramma and my Uncle BK. It was pretty great, going to church at St. Barnabas (we love you truly) and then to J. Alexander's for dinner. I had NYO Mac'n'cheese and Prime Rib. They made it too rare (literally it was nasty) the first time so I had to send it back, but the second time it was perfect. A little too fatty, but I'm very picky! You're lucky I even eat steak! SJK got steak and fries, the greatest shoe-string fries ever, and I even dipped two in ketchup. Shocked my mother. This was the first time GMaP and Uncle BK ever met SL. My gramma loved him, she told me to keep him around. I said I would. We laughed so much at my GMaP's house because she kept telling the same story about me being little and riding all over the neighborhood on my Big Wheel and she had to take SJK in the Taylor Tot (aka stroller) to go find me. It was hilarious. We had a really wonderful time, I was so happy. It took a long time to get home because everyone and their brother was travelling Sunday evening, but that was okay. It rained a lot though, and I'm just tired of the rain. SL and I went to karaoke around 22:15 when we got home. Karaoke was great fun! Not so many people were there, and it was a different crowd, but I still had fun. We got White Castle afterwards, since we weren't counting points this day. We had a little fight at home then because of something pretty lame, but it was taken care of and everything is good now. SL and I both know what we have to work on. I'm not terribly concerned about all the fighting anymore because I have come to realise that it's probably just because we aren't used to being together for so long, and still getting used to living in the same space. By the way, Happy Five Month Anniversary to us on April 8th! Oh yeah!
On a completely unrelated note, and only because I think it HILARIOUS, click here for someone else who has a problem with cunts. *grin* Glad to know I'm not the only one. People are so dumb!!
12 April 2006
You Expect Me to Act Like a Volvo
The song is "Play for Today" by the Cure, and I have yet to figure out what the line really says.
I'm incredibly bored so I'm going to make a list of 40 songs I like.
Yep, that was fun.
I'm incredibly bored so I'm going to make a list of 40 songs I like.
- Feel Good, Inc. - Gorillaz
- Twilight Garden - The Cure
- Tommy - The Who
- I'll be There - The Jackson Five
- Joey - Concrete Blonde
- At Last - Etta James
- See You at the Show - Nickelback
- Anything by Kid Rock (except American Badass, yuck!)
- Bed of Roses - Jon Bon Jovi
- Con Te Partiro - Andrea Bocelli
- Tu Vuo Fa La Americano - some Italian Guy
- Anything by Elton John
- Gangster's Paradise - Coolio
- Gin and Juice - Cleatus T. Judd
- Hotel California - The Eagles
- Anything by Eminem
- Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley
- I Just Wanna Dance with You - George Straight
- Horse with No Name - America
- Sister Christian - Night Ranger
- Runaway - Dell Shannon / Bonnie Raitt
- Anything by The Beatles
- I'm Horny - some "rap" girls or something
- Under the Water - Merrill Bainbridge
- Chantilly Lace - The Big Bopper
- Creepy goth techo jungle music
- Anything by Frank Sinatra
- Magic Man & Crazy on You - Heart
- The Sign - Ace of Base (Bass? Bace? I don't remember!)
- Waterfalls - TLC
- There's a Tear in My Beer - Hank Williams
- Anything by Eric Clapton
- Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx
- I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness
- Somebody Told Me - The Killers
- Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
- Soundtrack to RENT
- Whisky Lullaby - Brad Paisley & Allison Krauss
- Stay Together for the Kids - Blink 182
- Shoulda Been a Cowboy - Toby Keith
Yep, that was fun.
A Great Idea if I've Ever Heard One
Today Joe.My.God wrote this great post about what if life was like the Law & Order courtroom where you could be really nasty to someone and then just withdraw your comment. He gave awesome examples, you should go read it.
I think I'm going to employ that withdraw policy in my life for the next few days and see how it goes. I can picture it now... (if it would actually work...)
SL: "Let's have some sex."
Me: "No way you smell like a pile of garbage!"
SL: "I hate you."
Me: "Withdrawn."
SL: "Swell, let's get it on."
Hahahahahaha! SL doesn't really smell like garbage though, fyi.
I've decided that that is the next tattoo I'm going to get. Followed by water, fire, life/death, and a couple other ones. I might get the love/hate one also, the image that is my pic up there on the profile.
So yesterday SL and I had our first "live-in" real fight. It was pretty major, but we worked things out. I decided that I needed some "me time", so after dinner I went to Zuey's and talked to KL for a little bit, only stayed for about 45 minutes (2 beers.) Then I headed over to The Hot Spot, to see Zara and the Pirate and sing some karaoke (2 beers.) I was thinking about heading back to get SL but went to Brewstir's instead. NB and SB were there, so was The Sir, TomCat, GLick and D*Martin was running the show. SL was of course worried about me being there with SB, but it was all good. I didn't know for sure if he was going to be there or not when I went, but I wasn't concerned either way. I mostly hung out with NB and SB wandered around the whole time, occasionally stopping back to buy me a shot (2 shots.) It was a good night (4 beers.) I got home around one thirty, about an hour later than I told SL, but I had called him periodically throughout the night so it's not like he didn't know what was going on. I'm considerate like that. *grin*
When I got home we drank some rum and Sunny D, played on the internet a bit, and then watched the 2nd round of Jay Leno while laying in bed being silly. This was an amazing day because SL and I went from being at each other's throats to being happy. That's a good thing.
I think I'm going to employ that withdraw policy in my life for the next few days and see how it goes. I can picture it now... (if it would actually work...)
SL: "Let's have some sex."
Me: "No way you smell like a pile of garbage!"
SL: "I hate you."
Me: "Withdrawn."
SL: "Swell, let's get it on."
Hahahahahaha! SL doesn't really smell like garbage though, fyi.
I've decided that that is the next tattoo I'm going to get. Followed by water, fire, life/death, and a couple other ones. I might get the love/hate one also, the image that is my pic up there on the profile.
So yesterday SL and I had our first "live-in" real fight. It was pretty major, but we worked things out. I decided that I needed some "me time", so after dinner I went to Zuey's and talked to KL for a little bit, only stayed for about 45 minutes (2 beers.) Then I headed over to The Hot Spot, to see Zara and the Pirate and sing some karaoke (2 beers.) I was thinking about heading back to get SL but went to Brewstir's instead. NB and SB were there, so was The Sir, TomCat, GLick and D*Martin was running the show. SL was of course worried about me being there with SB, but it was all good. I didn't know for sure if he was going to be there or not when I went, but I wasn't concerned either way. I mostly hung out with NB and SB wandered around the whole time, occasionally stopping back to buy me a shot (2 shots.) It was a good night (4 beers.) I got home around one thirty, about an hour later than I told SL, but I had called him periodically throughout the night so it's not like he didn't know what was going on. I'm considerate like that. *grin*
When I got home we drank some rum and Sunny D, played on the internet a bit, and then watched the 2nd round of Jay Leno while laying in bed being silly. This was an amazing day because SL and I went from being at each other's throats to being happy. That's a good thing.
10 April 2006
For TD.
Well, what a weekend.
Friday, work was so boring. I spent most of the day waiting on a title that never arrived. WR asked me to come to his house that evening, and I was a little taken aback by it because we have never really hung out, other that those few times back in the day when we used to go to The Jerk. He said KR would be coming, a guy I know through WR, and maybe TD and JD. I was thrilled, so about 19:00 we left and drove way the fuck up to no-man's-land, aka Westerville, to WR's new house. It was raining cats and dogs, a phrase I'm not too keen on using, but it really was pouring! It wasn't too cold though, and that was good. WR gave me a tour, and his house is... opulent. It's very very nice, but I would never pay the price he did for that sized house. It's very clean and they did a great job decorating it, and it's brand new so everything is the way he wanted it... but still. I guess it's just not my style. If I made that kind of money I would get a neat old house and fix it up to be the way I wanted. Oh well. We had a great time there with WR and his fiancee, EM, and I felt special. I rarely get to hang out with people of the same class as myself (yes, that sounded egotistical but it's true) and even though hanging out with WR makes me feel really poor and shitty, he still invited me over because he likes me and that was good. EM made the best margaritas ever, and she taught SL how to make them (his were a bit strong, but pretty good), we had sushi and shrimp, and some great nacho dip stuff, and of course, lots of shots. It was a bit strange to do shots at someone's house, but still really fun.
WR and EM tuckered out pretty early (well early for me!), around eleven or midnight. We took TD and JD home, after stopping at Speedway to get some beer.
Oh man that reminds me. On the way up there, to WR's, I stopped at Speedway to get some Mike's and an energy drink. This asshole had parked half over the line for his parking spot, for no reason at all, and his tires were turned. So I pulled straight into my spot, which incidentally left him about 4.79 centimeters to open his door. I was in the shop getting my stuff and he walks in all huffy: "Does anyone in here own a red Mustang?!" and looks straight at me: "Is it you?!" So I say yes, and he says: "How in the hell do you expect me to get into my car when you parked s'damn close?!" So I say: "Wait until I'm done and next time think about parking between the lines." The cashier laughed and said he had been in several times that day and was just mean every time. He huffed about, said "What the fuck" and went out. Apparently his wife slid over and pulled the car out, leaving no marks on my door. I laughed so long on that one. Some people make life so difficult.
Anyway.
We went back to TD and JD's house and drank some more, I got a tour of their cutey little housey, and met Knowledge the Pit Bull. That was thrilling because I never saw a brown speckled (mottled?) pit bull before. She was cute, but I was way tipsy and for some reason thought this damn dog would listen to me. I'm a fool. We played Mad Gab, which was hella fun (it's so fun that there is no actual word for it) and TD even made some cool fries and cheese in the fry-daddy-baby-grampy-thing. Oh man that was awesome. We stayed until about 03:30, when they were falling asleep finally. We went home and crashed too.
Saturday SL and I got in a tiff because he was standing at the back door letting it hang open for a reason that I cannot understand, and Fox got out. He ran across the sidewalk and hid under a bush, and it only took a little bit to get him back in the house but I was still irritated. SL and I were supposed to go to Kroger but he didn't want to then because I was annoyed with him for letting the cat out by not paying attention. I went myself and bought some groceries, about $16 worth. Came home and did the laundry, watched TV, did all the dishes, and watched some more TV. The stupid fucking cats kept fighting, and it got to the point on Saturday evening that I had to leave because I couldn't stand the screaming and growling and the stank smell of kitten balls. Later in the evening I watched COPS and some other good shows, while SL was on the computer. He was on the computer almost all day. In fact, he's almost always on the computer. I made pizza at some point, pepperoni and mushroom, and it was superb. I didn't know I could make pizza, but apparently I rule.
Yesterday was SJK's birthday. I can't believe he's seventeen already, it makes me feel really old! Especially since my boyfriend is only 25 months older than my little brother. Yikes. We went to the Olive Garden, and it was pretty good. I'm still on my diet (yeah, I wish I could lose weight that fast) and I was worried about totally sabotaging it but they had a nutrition guide that worked out awesome. I even got to have cake! Yay! We went back to my parent's house after that where SJK opened his presents (a bunch of play clothes) and SL showed my dad something on the computer. Then SL and I went to the mall, walked around for about 40 minutes, and then they were closing so we headed over to Easton. I thought Easton was open later on Sunday becaues they have all the outside shops and the movie theatre, but I was wrong. I decided we should go to the dollar theatre then and see a movie, so we headed back over to the other side of town. SL made some comment about his gas station receipt needing to be burned because it had his name and last four of his credit card number on it. I told him that was ridiculous, no one is going to steal his identity. Then I made two jokes about how he walks in a zig-zag so nobody can trace his footsteps, and how he should sit lightly in the chair in the theatre just in case someone was going to decipher his ass print. I was joking but he didn't think I was and there was another fight. That one lasted all the way til this morning. Oh well.
I know that we fight a lot because I'm not very happy right now, what with MMA (of course) cancelling on my Friday (well, technically he just didn't call or show up like always), SL still not starting at CVS yet (that should be this week), among other things. It's so very irritating, and I feel like I'm carrying all the weight on my shoulders whereas he has no worries at all. I don't know. I'm just hoping it gets easier when he starts working because right now this is so reminiscent of my marriage that it's frankly feeling like something that isn't worth my time. I just have to be patient and remember that this isn't my marriage, I suppose.
So, don't even bother to say "I told you so" because nothing terrible has happened yet. Just because money is tight and we're irritated doesn't mean it's over. Every couple has fights and gets through them. We have a lot going on right now! I haven't lived with someone who was my spouse/boyfriend in two years, and SL never has. Plus he just moved 1,000 miles away from his family. It's not like this is an easy thing.
Late.
Friday, work was so boring. I spent most of the day waiting on a title that never arrived. WR asked me to come to his house that evening, and I was a little taken aback by it because we have never really hung out, other that those few times back in the day when we used to go to The Jerk. He said KR would be coming, a guy I know through WR, and maybe TD and JD. I was thrilled, so about 19:00 we left and drove way the fuck up to no-man's-land, aka Westerville, to WR's new house. It was raining cats and dogs, a phrase I'm not too keen on using, but it really was pouring! It wasn't too cold though, and that was good. WR gave me a tour, and his house is... opulent. It's very very nice, but I would never pay the price he did for that sized house. It's very clean and they did a great job decorating it, and it's brand new so everything is the way he wanted it... but still. I guess it's just not my style. If I made that kind of money I would get a neat old house and fix it up to be the way I wanted. Oh well. We had a great time there with WR and his fiancee, EM, and I felt special. I rarely get to hang out with people of the same class as myself (yes, that sounded egotistical but it's true) and even though hanging out with WR makes me feel really poor and shitty, he still invited me over because he likes me and that was good. EM made the best margaritas ever, and she taught SL how to make them (his were a bit strong, but pretty good), we had sushi and shrimp, and some great nacho dip stuff, and of course, lots of shots. It was a bit strange to do shots at someone's house, but still really fun.
WR and EM tuckered out pretty early (well early for me!), around eleven or midnight. We took TD and JD home, after stopping at Speedway to get some beer.
Oh man that reminds me. On the way up there, to WR's, I stopped at Speedway to get some Mike's and an energy drink. This asshole had parked half over the line for his parking spot, for no reason at all, and his tires were turned. So I pulled straight into my spot, which incidentally left him about 4.79 centimeters to open his door. I was in the shop getting my stuff and he walks in all huffy: "Does anyone in here own a red Mustang?!" and looks straight at me: "Is it you?!" So I say yes, and he says: "How in the hell do you expect me to get into my car when you parked s'damn close?!" So I say: "Wait until I'm done and next time think about parking between the lines." The cashier laughed and said he had been in several times that day and was just mean every time. He huffed about, said "What the fuck" and went out. Apparently his wife slid over and pulled the car out, leaving no marks on my door. I laughed so long on that one. Some people make life so difficult.
Anyway.
We went back to TD and JD's house and drank some more, I got a tour of their cutey little housey, and met Knowledge the Pit Bull. That was thrilling because I never saw a brown speckled (mottled?) pit bull before. She was cute, but I was way tipsy and for some reason thought this damn dog would listen to me. I'm a fool. We played Mad Gab, which was hella fun (it's so fun that there is no actual word for it) and TD even made some cool fries and cheese in the fry-daddy-baby-grampy-thing. Oh man that was awesome. We stayed until about 03:30, when they were falling asleep finally. We went home and crashed too.
Saturday SL and I got in a tiff because he was standing at the back door letting it hang open for a reason that I cannot understand, and Fox got out. He ran across the sidewalk and hid under a bush, and it only took a little bit to get him back in the house but I was still irritated. SL and I were supposed to go to Kroger but he didn't want to then because I was annoyed with him for letting the cat out by not paying attention. I went myself and bought some groceries, about $16 worth. Came home and did the laundry, watched TV, did all the dishes, and watched some more TV. The stupid fucking cats kept fighting, and it got to the point on Saturday evening that I had to leave because I couldn't stand the screaming and growling and the stank smell of kitten balls. Later in the evening I watched COPS and some other good shows, while SL was on the computer. He was on the computer almost all day. In fact, he's almost always on the computer. I made pizza at some point, pepperoni and mushroom, and it was superb. I didn't know I could make pizza, but apparently I rule.
Yesterday was SJK's birthday. I can't believe he's seventeen already, it makes me feel really old! Especially since my boyfriend is only 25 months older than my little brother. Yikes. We went to the Olive Garden, and it was pretty good. I'm still on my diet (yeah, I wish I could lose weight that fast) and I was worried about totally sabotaging it but they had a nutrition guide that worked out awesome. I even got to have cake! Yay! We went back to my parent's house after that where SJK opened his presents (a bunch of play clothes) and SL showed my dad something on the computer. Then SL and I went to the mall, walked around for about 40 minutes, and then they were closing so we headed over to Easton. I thought Easton was open later on Sunday becaues they have all the outside shops and the movie theatre, but I was wrong. I decided we should go to the dollar theatre then and see a movie, so we headed back over to the other side of town. SL made some comment about his gas station receipt needing to be burned because it had his name and last four of his credit card number on it. I told him that was ridiculous, no one is going to steal his identity. Then I made two jokes about how he walks in a zig-zag so nobody can trace his footsteps, and how he should sit lightly in the chair in the theatre just in case someone was going to decipher his ass print. I was joking but he didn't think I was and there was another fight. That one lasted all the way til this morning. Oh well.
I know that we fight a lot because I'm not very happy right now, what with MMA (of course) cancelling on my Friday (well, technically he just didn't call or show up like always), SL still not starting at CVS yet (that should be this week), among other things. It's so very irritating, and I feel like I'm carrying all the weight on my shoulders whereas he has no worries at all. I don't know. I'm just hoping it gets easier when he starts working because right now this is so reminiscent of my marriage that it's frankly feeling like something that isn't worth my time. I just have to be patient and remember that this isn't my marriage, I suppose.
So, don't even bother to say "I told you so" because nothing terrible has happened yet. Just because money is tight and we're irritated doesn't mean it's over. Every couple has fights and gets through them. We have a lot going on right now! I haven't lived with someone who was my spouse/boyfriend in two years, and SL never has. Plus he just moved 1,000 miles away from his family. It's not like this is an easy thing.
Late.
07 April 2006
Empty Threats
SL and I went to karaoke at Gordy's (formerly Lou Al's) last night with TD, TB, JW, and MN. It was pretty fun. A lot of people commented on my singing, saying things about how awesome I was and stuff. That made me feel really good. I was in a great mood, and when they were leaving SL and I decided to go to Eldo's. That was so much fun too. GG was there, and Moose and TomCat and Douger, The Sir, Mr. Happy, you know, the regular crowd. I had a great time. There was a pack of lesbians there, and when I was taking Zara's tip jar around I got to kiss four of them on the cheek. They thought I was cute! That was awesome. Girls are swell. I don't think I'll ever have a girlfriend again, and if I do, she definitely won't be married with children. And she will have to have boobs. And money. Ha.
No one showed up at Eldo's to run me down or run me over or bury my face in the street, and I pretty much didn't expect them to. Besides, the authorities are fully aware of the animosity pouring from those people, and if anything happens to me they will definitely be the first suspects; not to mention that since they are clueless enough to constantly identify themselves in the messages they leave, I'm sure they would do something ridiculous like write their name on my car after slashing the tires. Or leave me a message with their name saying they did it.
I almost fell over laughing just now, thinking of the message I might get:
"Hi this is so-and-so, my social security # is ----------, I live at 123 Main St., Anytown, OH 43214, and between the hours of 10pm and 11pm on Thursday April 6th I slashed your tires with a knife purchased at Wal*Mart (the quarter-inch blade with formica handle) seventeen times before bashing in your windows with my elbow. I then went to Riverside Hospital where I had my wounds treated by a Dr. Smith who can confirm this. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at 614-555-7138. By the way, you're fat and your boyfriend is fat."
That would be hilarious. And if it happens, I can say that they stole my idea. Haha.
Anyway! Today is supposed to be the day that MMA and I go and file for disollusion (sp?) I talked to him last night and he said he's been sick the last few days, but he said he should still be able to go. Oh yeah! I'm not getting my hopes up though, because I expect him to disappoint me like always. Maybe this time I will be pleasantly surprised.
No one showed up at Eldo's to run me down or run me over or bury my face in the street, and I pretty much didn't expect them to. Besides, the authorities are fully aware of the animosity pouring from those people, and if anything happens to me they will definitely be the first suspects; not to mention that since they are clueless enough to constantly identify themselves in the messages they leave, I'm sure they would do something ridiculous like write their name on my car after slashing the tires. Or leave me a message with their name saying they did it.
I almost fell over laughing just now, thinking of the message I might get:
"Hi this is so-and-so, my social security # is ----------, I live at 123 Main St., Anytown, OH 43214, and between the hours of 10pm and 11pm on Thursday April 6th I slashed your tires with a knife purchased at Wal*Mart (the quarter-inch blade with formica handle) seventeen times before bashing in your windows with my elbow. I then went to Riverside Hospital where I had my wounds treated by a Dr. Smith who can confirm this. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at 614-555-7138. By the way, you're fat and your boyfriend is fat."
That would be hilarious. And if it happens, I can say that they stole my idea. Haha.
Anyway! Today is supposed to be the day that MMA and I go and file for disollusion (sp?) I talked to him last night and he said he's been sick the last few days, but he said he should still be able to go. Oh yeah! I'm not getting my hopes up though, because I expect him to disappoint me like always. Maybe this time I will be pleasantly surprised.
06 April 2006
Sometimes, I just don't get it.
Well.
If any of you read SL's blog, then you already know what happened. But I figured I'd give my side.
Tuesday, we went to karaoke. It started out great, and I was having tons of fun, even though SB and NB were there. This was the first time ever that I had been with them in the same space at the same time, and that combined with having them and SL all there at once was just very akward. Very. I tried to deal as best I could, but that didn't work out well at all.
I wanted to get drunk, and SL knew this because I told him. He was playing trivia with Ace and D*Martin and Sir, so I talked to SB while going back and forth between SL and Ace/D*Martin. I did drink a lot, but I knew I was going to because SL was the designated driver (how nice of him.) Apparently, one of two things happened 1) SB (or someone) slipped something into my drink 2) my new lack of tolerance caught up with me because I actually blacked out. They tell me that I sang "I Will Survive" and rocked on it, that I was hanging all over SB, and that I fought with SL and called him an asshole and told him to fuck off, etc. I don't remember anything past going outside to find SL because I thought he had left (for some reason, I don't know) and that was okay, and then I woke up sick as shit, apologizing my ass off. I'm pretty sure that it was #1, because I've been slipped the GHB before, but it was only half a beer's worth, and it was awful. If you remember, back in April 2005, when I got back from Boston, I had upwards of 17 drinks, at least 14 of which were shots of Bacardi 151, and I didn't even pass out or black out. The very onliest time I have ever blacked out was the only time I've had something slipped into my drink.
Not to mention that I'm over SB and I'm not a cheater. Sure, I'll flirt to get a free drink, but SL understands that and he knows we're going home together...
I don't know. I'm not really sure what happened. But anyway, we're pretty much past it now. I just hope that he doesn't hold this over my head, much like I don't hold over his head all the shit he lied about. Yep.
So, on another note, I didn't completely win this time (with my trip downtown) but I didn't lose either. I can still appeal the decision, and if something else happens in the meantime, I definitely will.
Did you know that for every count of telecommunications harassment and/or stalking a person can get 6 months and/or $1,000 fine? It's really something to think about. Just imagine: Nine threats... that's 54 months (4.5 years) in jail and $9,000 worth of fines. A lot of time to miss in life, really - a child would have grown up, family members may have died, cars could break down, people could get married, divorced, and remarried again, you can start high school and graduate it in four and a half years - less actually. You would miss all of life's happenings! All because you are angry, or bitter, or whatever. People just don't think about the consequences of their actions anymore. Calling someone names is not a crime, but threatening to run them down and run them over and cut them is. Telling the truth about someone's not-so-beautiful past is not a crime, but threatening to beat their ass and their boyfriend's ass is. Definitely something to think about before you go making that phone call to someone you're pissed at. Even if you don't mean it, really, or you're just trying to scare them by talking big shit, you can still be prosecuted for it. Time in jail, fines, probation, and a nice black mark on your record.
You can find more information here.
If any of you read SL's blog, then you already know what happened. But I figured I'd give my side.
Tuesday, we went to karaoke. It started out great, and I was having tons of fun, even though SB and NB were there. This was the first time ever that I had been with them in the same space at the same time, and that combined with having them and SL all there at once was just very akward. Very. I tried to deal as best I could, but that didn't work out well at all.
I wanted to get drunk, and SL knew this because I told him. He was playing trivia with Ace and D*Martin and Sir, so I talked to SB while going back and forth between SL and Ace/D*Martin. I did drink a lot, but I knew I was going to because SL was the designated driver (how nice of him.) Apparently, one of two things happened 1) SB (or someone) slipped something into my drink 2) my new lack of tolerance caught up with me because I actually blacked out. They tell me that I sang "I Will Survive" and rocked on it, that I was hanging all over SB, and that I fought with SL and called him an asshole and told him to fuck off, etc. I don't remember anything past going outside to find SL because I thought he had left (for some reason, I don't know) and that was okay, and then I woke up sick as shit, apologizing my ass off. I'm pretty sure that it was #1, because I've been slipped the GHB before, but it was only half a beer's worth, and it was awful. If you remember, back in April 2005, when I got back from Boston, I had upwards of 17 drinks, at least 14 of which were shots of Bacardi 151, and I didn't even pass out or black out. The very onliest time I have ever blacked out was the only time I've had something slipped into my drink.
Not to mention that I'm over SB and I'm not a cheater. Sure, I'll flirt to get a free drink, but SL understands that and he knows we're going home together...
I don't know. I'm not really sure what happened. But anyway, we're pretty much past it now. I just hope that he doesn't hold this over my head, much like I don't hold over his head all the shit he lied about. Yep.
So, on another note, I didn't completely win this time (with my trip downtown) but I didn't lose either. I can still appeal the decision, and if something else happens in the meantime, I definitely will.
Did you know that for every count of telecommunications harassment and/or stalking a person can get 6 months and/or $1,000 fine? It's really something to think about. Just imagine: Nine threats... that's 54 months (4.5 years) in jail and $9,000 worth of fines. A lot of time to miss in life, really - a child would have grown up, family members may have died, cars could break down, people could get married, divorced, and remarried again, you can start high school and graduate it in four and a half years - less actually. You would miss all of life's happenings! All because you are angry, or bitter, or whatever. People just don't think about the consequences of their actions anymore. Calling someone names is not a crime, but threatening to run them down and run them over and cut them is. Telling the truth about someone's not-so-beautiful past is not a crime, but threatening to beat their ass and their boyfriend's ass is. Definitely something to think about before you go making that phone call to someone you're pissed at. Even if you don't mean it, really, or you're just trying to scare them by talking big shit, you can still be prosecuted for it. Time in jail, fines, probation, and a nice black mark on your record.
You can find more information here.
04 April 2006
!Examen!
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed.
Do you ever steal the shampoos and soaps from hotel rooms? Nope. In fact, I usually take my own to the hotel cuz I hate their shampoos.
Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room before? Of course.
Have you ever stolen a street sign before? I stole an orange cone once.
Do you ever pee in the shower? No. Even though Madonna does, I won't.
Do you like to use post-it notes? Love them.
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? No way, what a waste of time.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a big swarm of bees? A bear because there is a chance I could fend it off... Plus I'm allergic to bees.
Do you always smile for pictures? I always try.
What is your biggest pet peeve? Hillbillys
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out cuz I like to wrap up like a burrito with SL.
Do you ever count your steps when you walk? When I am walking through a parking garage only... not sure why.
Have you ever peed in the woods? I peed on a bush in Linden once...
Have you ever hooked up with more than one person in a day? Yes. Truthfully, it was not on purpose, it just happened.
Do you ever jump up and down to make your privates bounce? I jump up and down to make my boobs bounce but my "privates" can't really bounce haha
Do you chew your pens and pencils? Pens. Pencils taste like wood!
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Somewhere there is a Time Warp from 1992.
What is your favorite animal and why? Walrus - they are fluffy!
Do you like popcorn from those big tins? Only the cheese or caramel cuz the regular just tastes like plastic.
Would you ever tape yourself having sex? I already have.
What's your 'song of the week? Anything Johnny Cash.
Is it ok for guys to wear pink? Yes if it's tasteful.
Do you still watch cartoons? Yes!
What's your favorite scary movie? American Psycho or Talented Mr. Ripley.
Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? As if I would tell you.
Finally, what's the grossest way you can think of to die? Being cut in half by a train.
Random
Have you ever run through a sprinkler system with your regular clothes on: Yes, when I was wee.
Do you like taking the pictures or being in them better? Taking them.
How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 18
Did you think you were cool? No, I just needed a phone.
Have you/would you ever go camping in unfamiliar woods? If I was with someone else, sure.
Have you ever been in love? Like now!
An hour at the gym or an hour in bed? Gym. I hate laying in bed cuz I feel lazy.
A long bath or quick shower? How about a long shower? I hate baths!
An ugly nice guy or a hot not so nice guy? An ugly nice guy.
A cookie or brownie? Brownie.
Staying at home with friends or going out? Go out, unless it's a lot of friends coming over and bringing provisions.
About you! (and a lot more Randomness)
How old are you? 24
Do you consider yourself cool? I'm a motherfucking Rock Star.
Have you ever gone on a diet? Yes, I'm on one right now.
Would you if you got fat? I'm already fluffy, lol.
Would you ever move away for love? No, I'd make him come to me, unless he was rich.
How about for money? Nope. Unless I loved him and he happened to be rich.
Do you make good grades? I did when I was in school.
Is your appearance a big deal to you? Well I don't want to look shitty if that's what you mean, but I also don't focus on slathering on the makeup and stuff like that.
What's your all time favorite movie (only pick one)? The Little Mermaid.
Do you have any true friends? Three.
If you do, do you honestly think you will be friends forever? Yes. It's lasted this long!
If you died today are you 100% sure you would go to heaven? Not sure. I don't believe in Heaven, so I guess I would find out!
Are you addicted to myspace? Yeah bitch, myspace!
What would you do if it shut down? I'd cry. Ok, not really.
How many hours a day to you talk on the phone? 45 minutes.
Do you like the people you go to school with? They were okay for those four years.
What is your favorite sport? Hockey.
Favorite hockey team? Columbus Blue Jackets.
Favorite college team? Ohio State Buckeyes!
What has been your best high school memory so far? Um... Playing a Grand Dragon of the KKK in a play we did Junior year? Maybe. Smoking behind the dumpsters by the fence with Ben... Yes. Haha.
How do you feel about ducks? They are cute but dangerous.
What's your favorite flower? Lilac.
Do you currently have a crush on anyone? Nope.
What is the first thing you do in the morning after getting out of bed? Stumble to the shower.
Last thing you do before getting into bed? SL, usually.
Have you ever liked anyone who was taken? Nope, I don't go after what I can't have.
Who are the three people(that are still alive) you miss being in your life? TM(kind of), MF (missing in action), SV (she just lives far away)
How do you feel about fighting? I like mind games but not physical fighting - it's primitive and uncivilized. What can you prove by physically harming someone?
What's your dream car? The one I have.
Dream job? Mom.
Do you hate the way the people at the nail place talk? No because it sounds like music, although I do wonder if they are talking about me.
What's your favorite drink? Miller Lite.
If you got a million dollars to run down your street in your underwear would you? Yes but I would have to have the million in hand.
Currently, what is your favorite song? My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas.
What three people are you going to miss the most when you graduate? Not applicable. Hehe.
Do you ever steal the shampoos and soaps from hotel rooms? Nope. In fact, I usually take my own to the hotel cuz I hate their shampoos.
Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room before? Of course.
Have you ever stolen a street sign before? I stole an orange cone once.
Do you ever pee in the shower? No. Even though Madonna does, I won't.
Do you like to use post-it notes? Love them.
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? No way, what a waste of time.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a big swarm of bees? A bear because there is a chance I could fend it off... Plus I'm allergic to bees.
Do you always smile for pictures? I always try.
What is your biggest pet peeve? Hillbillys
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out cuz I like to wrap up like a burrito with SL.
Do you ever count your steps when you walk? When I am walking through a parking garage only... not sure why.
Have you ever peed in the woods? I peed on a bush in Linden once...
Have you ever hooked up with more than one person in a day? Yes. Truthfully, it was not on purpose, it just happened.
Do you ever jump up and down to make your privates bounce? I jump up and down to make my boobs bounce but my "privates" can't really bounce haha
Do you chew your pens and pencils? Pens. Pencils taste like wood!
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Somewhere there is a Time Warp from 1992.
What is your favorite animal and why? Walrus - they are fluffy!
Do you like popcorn from those big tins? Only the cheese or caramel cuz the regular just tastes like plastic.
Would you ever tape yourself having sex? I already have.
What's your 'song of the week? Anything Johnny Cash.
Is it ok for guys to wear pink? Yes if it's tasteful.
Do you still watch cartoons? Yes!
What's your favorite scary movie? American Psycho or Talented Mr. Ripley.
Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? As if I would tell you.
Finally, what's the grossest way you can think of to die? Being cut in half by a train.
Random
Have you ever run through a sprinkler system with your regular clothes on: Yes, when I was wee.
Do you like taking the pictures or being in them better? Taking them.
How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 18
Did you think you were cool? No, I just needed a phone.
Have you/would you ever go camping in unfamiliar woods? If I was with someone else, sure.
Have you ever been in love? Like now!
An hour at the gym or an hour in bed? Gym. I hate laying in bed cuz I feel lazy.
A long bath or quick shower? How about a long shower? I hate baths!
An ugly nice guy or a hot not so nice guy? An ugly nice guy.
A cookie or brownie? Brownie.
Staying at home with friends or going out? Go out, unless it's a lot of friends coming over and bringing provisions.
About you! (and a lot more Randomness)
How old are you? 24
Do you consider yourself cool? I'm a motherfucking Rock Star.
Have you ever gone on a diet? Yes, I'm on one right now.
Would you if you got fat? I'm already fluffy, lol.
Would you ever move away for love? No, I'd make him come to me, unless he was rich.
How about for money? Nope. Unless I loved him and he happened to be rich.
Do you make good grades? I did when I was in school.
Is your appearance a big deal to you? Well I don't want to look shitty if that's what you mean, but I also don't focus on slathering on the makeup and stuff like that.
What's your all time favorite movie (only pick one)? The Little Mermaid.
Do you have any true friends? Three.
If you do, do you honestly think you will be friends forever? Yes. It's lasted this long!
If you died today are you 100% sure you would go to heaven? Not sure. I don't believe in Heaven, so I guess I would find out!
Are you addicted to myspace? Yeah bitch, myspace!
What would you do if it shut down? I'd cry. Ok, not really.
How many hours a day to you talk on the phone? 45 minutes.
Do you like the people you go to school with? They were okay for those four years.
What is your favorite sport? Hockey.
Favorite hockey team? Columbus Blue Jackets.
Favorite college team? Ohio State Buckeyes!
What has been your best high school memory so far? Um... Playing a Grand Dragon of the KKK in a play we did Junior year? Maybe. Smoking behind the dumpsters by the fence with Ben... Yes. Haha.
How do you feel about ducks? They are cute but dangerous.
What's your favorite flower? Lilac.
Do you currently have a crush on anyone? Nope.
What is the first thing you do in the morning after getting out of bed? Stumble to the shower.
Last thing you do before getting into bed? SL, usually.
Have you ever liked anyone who was taken? Nope, I don't go after what I can't have.
Who are the three people(that are still alive) you miss being in your life? TM(kind of), MF (missing in action), SV (she just lives far away)
How do you feel about fighting? I like mind games but not physical fighting - it's primitive and uncivilized. What can you prove by physically harming someone?
What's your dream car? The one I have.
Dream job? Mom.
Do you hate the way the people at the nail place talk? No because it sounds like music, although I do wonder if they are talking about me.
What's your favorite drink? Miller Lite.
If you got a million dollars to run down your street in your underwear would you? Yes but I would have to have the million in hand.
Currently, what is your favorite song? My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas.
What three people are you going to miss the most when you graduate? Not applicable. Hehe.
03 April 2006
Tie Your Own Rope! Tie Your Own Rope!
Lalalala gotta keep 'em seperated!
I've had that song, that stupid stupid song, in my head for about a week now and I just heard it on Launchcast. Thank god. I hope it will go away now.
SL and I had the greatest weekend. Friday, after we found out that he got the job, we went to Golden Corral to celebrate. I had never been there, since the only buffet I really like is Chinese, but it was pretty good. They had a lot of food there, and it was cool because they had a bunch of fish too - clam, shrimp, tilapia (that was not good) and salmon. I couldn't believe all the stuff they had. There was some great looking steak, but I didn't have any since Lent isn't over yet and that means no meat on Fridays!
Saturday we got up early so SL could go take his mandatory drug screening for his new job. After that we drove around a bit, went home, went to the library, went home, and SL worked on the computer a little bit. SL grilled some tilapia and portabello mushrooms that I had made (seasoned/marinated) and it turned out awesome. Well, except for the mushrooms, they were NASTY because the little furry things under the cap were way too furry. I almost yakked. We chilled out for awhile, and then my parents called and wanted SL to come over and help my dad with some stuff. That was pretty cool, I got the full editions of the Weight Watchers books and I'm going to copy them to my computer so I don't have to constantly do the formula to figure out how many points what I'm eating is worth. My mom gave SL $50 for his help, and so we went to Meijers and SL bought a sweatshirt (since he had nothing to wear but a heavy winter coat) and some socks, some foot spray (haha, from wearing shoes with no socks! yuck!), and we got some Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper... I think that's all. It was pretty great.
Sunday, oh, Sunday! Yesterday was the greatest day ever. We woke up late, around 11:37, which was actually 12:37 because of daylight savings. We went to the library and SL got his own card, and then we went downtown to the North Market. That was so much fun! We wandered around the place, looking at everything, and bought some homemade mozzerella and foccachia bread, and SL bought me some pretty flowers and bought his brother a postcard from Ohio. Then we went to Goodale Park and ate our bread and cheese on the stone picnic tables because the weather was just so beautiful. After we were done with that, we walked around the park and looked at the doggies who were there for Bark in the Park or something. I took a ton of pictures of the trees and flowers and of course, the doggies. Heck yes. After that we went home to put the flowers in water, and I realised that I didn't have a vase. So we went to Deals and got a vase (actually I think it's supposed to be a drinking glass, but it is a perfect vase!), and SL got some chaving cream and sunglasses. Then we walked over to the Bike Source, where they have this totally awesome pink bike for $349. I have better things to spend my money on right now, but sometime this summer we'll have to get a bike for me so SL and I can go riding. I love riding bikes! After I had drooled over these awesome looking bikes, we walked to the Complete Pet Mart, where we bought a temporary litter box for Mickey (more on that in a minute) and some bird seed for the feeder outside the window. $4 for 20 lbs of bird seed, I couldn't believe it! Then we went home, grilled some steaks which we had for dinner with a salad, and chilled out the rest of the night. Overall, probably one of the best days I've had in years.
So, Mickey and Fox have finally reached puberty. They started fighting Saturday night, and haven't stopped since. Fox got all scratched up on his face, and Mickey has a swollen nose. Sheeba escaped unharmed, but still shaken. Fucking cats. They sprayed too, and man does it stink! So, my mom is nice enough to pay for them to get nutered ($67 total, not bad) and that will happen Wednesday. Til then we have to keep Mickey in the 1/2 bath downstairs, separated from Sheeba and Fox. That's why we had to get a temporary disposable litter box for him.
Today, it's back downtown after going to my parents house to pick up a carrier and the money for the surgery. Some folks just don't listen.
I've had that song, that stupid stupid song, in my head for about a week now and I just heard it on Launchcast. Thank god. I hope it will go away now.
SL and I had the greatest weekend. Friday, after we found out that he got the job, we went to Golden Corral to celebrate. I had never been there, since the only buffet I really like is Chinese, but it was pretty good. They had a lot of food there, and it was cool because they had a bunch of fish too - clam, shrimp, tilapia (that was not good) and salmon. I couldn't believe all the stuff they had. There was some great looking steak, but I didn't have any since Lent isn't over yet and that means no meat on Fridays!
Saturday we got up early so SL could go take his mandatory drug screening for his new job. After that we drove around a bit, went home, went to the library, went home, and SL worked on the computer a little bit. SL grilled some tilapia and portabello mushrooms that I had made (seasoned/marinated) and it turned out awesome. Well, except for the mushrooms, they were NASTY because the little furry things under the cap were way too furry. I almost yakked. We chilled out for awhile, and then my parents called and wanted SL to come over and help my dad with some stuff. That was pretty cool, I got the full editions of the Weight Watchers books and I'm going to copy them to my computer so I don't have to constantly do the formula to figure out how many points what I'm eating is worth. My mom gave SL $50 for his help, and so we went to Meijers and SL bought a sweatshirt (since he had nothing to wear but a heavy winter coat) and some socks, some foot spray (haha, from wearing shoes with no socks! yuck!), and we got some Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper... I think that's all. It was pretty great.
Sunday, oh, Sunday! Yesterday was the greatest day ever. We woke up late, around 11:37, which was actually 12:37 because of daylight savings. We went to the library and SL got his own card, and then we went downtown to the North Market. That was so much fun! We wandered around the place, looking at everything, and bought some homemade mozzerella and foccachia bread, and SL bought me some pretty flowers and bought his brother a postcard from Ohio. Then we went to Goodale Park and ate our bread and cheese on the stone picnic tables because the weather was just so beautiful. After we were done with that, we walked around the park and looked at the doggies who were there for Bark in the Park or something. I took a ton of pictures of the trees and flowers and of course, the doggies. Heck yes. After that we went home to put the flowers in water, and I realised that I didn't have a vase. So we went to Deals and got a vase (actually I think it's supposed to be a drinking glass, but it is a perfect vase!), and SL got some chaving cream and sunglasses. Then we walked over to the Bike Source, where they have this totally awesome pink bike for $349. I have better things to spend my money on right now, but sometime this summer we'll have to get a bike for me so SL and I can go riding. I love riding bikes! After I had drooled over these awesome looking bikes, we walked to the Complete Pet Mart, where we bought a temporary litter box for Mickey (more on that in a minute) and some bird seed for the feeder outside the window. $4 for 20 lbs of bird seed, I couldn't believe it! Then we went home, grilled some steaks which we had for dinner with a salad, and chilled out the rest of the night. Overall, probably one of the best days I've had in years.
So, Mickey and Fox have finally reached puberty. They started fighting Saturday night, and haven't stopped since. Fox got all scratched up on his face, and Mickey has a swollen nose. Sheeba escaped unharmed, but still shaken. Fucking cats. They sprayed too, and man does it stink! So, my mom is nice enough to pay for them to get nutered ($67 total, not bad) and that will happen Wednesday. Til then we have to keep Mickey in the 1/2 bath downstairs, separated from Sheeba and Fox. That's why we had to get a temporary disposable litter box for him.
Today, it's back downtown after going to my parents house to pick up a carrier and the money for the surgery. Some folks just don't listen.
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