29 October 2006
27 October 2006
24 October 2006
Incredibly Ridiculous Dreams
I was watching my husband's little sister, RG, as in babysitting her. We went into this store, and I walked down some stairs, turned around to make sure she was following me, just in time to see her get snatched away. I ran all around looking for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I called the cops and they came and arrested me, saying that I had murdered her. I was sitting in the police station thinking about what had happened the whole time before we were in the store, to see if I could remember someone following us, to prove that I hadn't killed her. I recalled walking down the street with her, and she stopped to say hi to her teacher, some asian guy named Mr. Woo. Then I thought about it, and realized I had seen Mr. Woo out of the corner of my eye right before we walked into the store. I told the cops, and they let me go on the promise that I would try to find him. I went home, and apparently I was in the middle of moving, because as I was calling my in-laws and calling my friend RMac (not sure why) and my parents, I was packing up my house. I was moving to Florida. My in-laws blamed me for RG disappearing, even though I kept telling them over and over that I had nothing to do with it. I ended up going to my bankruptcy attorney's office, thinking he might have some legal resources that I could use. He did, which included a ton of photos, and a list of all the child molesters in the area. Mr. Woo was in the photo list and on the molester list. I recognized him right away. I went home to call some people, and on the way walking there my dog T-Bone showed up and started following me. Apparently he had run away sometime earlier in my life before the dream. He was all beaten up and raggedy, and when we walked into my place he pooped right on the floor. It wasn't regular dog poop though, it was about five pieces that were anywhere from two to four feet long, and they looked like snakes. My mom and dad walked in right after he pooped, and started yelling at me for not keeping my place clean. I tried to explain but they wouldn't listen. My dad walked down to the basement (in real life I don't have a basement) and spilled pop all over the wall and the carpet. He said it wasn't a big deal, but I was pissed. So he cleaned it up, and cleaned up the poop too. We went back to the attorney's office and the cops were there, and I showed them the photo and list and told them about Mr. Woo following us. They went to Mr. Woo's house and he was gone, but RG was on the swingset in the back, just swinging slowly. She was fine, not hurt or scarred emotionally, she said that she knew Mr. Woo was a nice man and hadn't done anything bad. My in-laws still blamed me and said that I had something to do with it, and no matter what I told them they didn't believe me. That was it.
I had another effed up dream last Thursday night.
I dreamt that I lived with my mom in our old house on Lucy Lane. It was the same house, only more palatial in the decoration. I heard someone screaming from the upstairs bathroom, and ran up there to see what was going on. There was a bunch of noise coming from behind the door so I crashed it in and saw my mom crawling out the window. She had blood all over her legs, and there was blood all over the floor. By the way, the toilet is right next to the window which looks out over the roof of the garage. She jumped off the roof and ran away. I looked at the blood and saw that it wasn't just blood, it was some sort of thick liquid, and there were big blood clots and clots that looked like human matter, and some of them were as big as cantaloupes. There was a shirt on the floor that was all bloody and had a very large clot wrapped up in it. It was apparent that my mom had had a miscarriage, and so I went outside to try and find her. I remember feeling pissed because instead of asking me for help, she just ran away. I looked all over the neighborhood but I couldn't find her anywhere. That was it.
Now, my mom had eight miscarriages in her real life. I was never there to witness any of them, except if you count my baby sister, but all I saw was my mom's water break, I never saw any of the tragedy. There were eleven babies total, I think. My mom definitely is not pregnant, and I don't know anyone who is, so I'm not sure what that was all about.
I had another effed up dream last Thursday night.
I dreamt that I lived with my mom in our old house on Lucy Lane. It was the same house, only more palatial in the decoration. I heard someone screaming from the upstairs bathroom, and ran up there to see what was going on. There was a bunch of noise coming from behind the door so I crashed it in and saw my mom crawling out the window. She had blood all over her legs, and there was blood all over the floor. By the way, the toilet is right next to the window which looks out over the roof of the garage. She jumped off the roof and ran away. I looked at the blood and saw that it wasn't just blood, it was some sort of thick liquid, and there were big blood clots and clots that looked like human matter, and some of them were as big as cantaloupes. There was a shirt on the floor that was all bloody and had a very large clot wrapped up in it. It was apparent that my mom had had a miscarriage, and so I went outside to try and find her. I remember feeling pissed because instead of asking me for help, she just ran away. I looked all over the neighborhood but I couldn't find her anywhere. That was it.
Now, my mom had eight miscarriages in her real life. I was never there to witness any of them, except if you count my baby sister, but all I saw was my mom's water break, I never saw any of the tragedy. There were eleven babies total, I think. My mom definitely is not pregnant, and I don't know anyone who is, so I'm not sure what that was all about.
Crash
I found out last night (well, early this morning, around 5 a.m.) that my friend Crash died. No one knows why. It's fucked up. He was the nicest guy... and I'm not just saying that now, after the fact. Yeah, he was a little strange when you would first meet him, but once you got to know him he was just the best. The kind of guy who would do anything for you. I feel so bad for Cat because she was the person who found him. Life is so rough.
Send your thoughts and prayers to his girlfriend, Cat, and his other friends and family.
And now, a tribute to Crash, the song we always sang at karaoke together.
"Lonely Road Of Faith"
~Kid Rock
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much I love you
And it hurts to see, see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that we've found
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
Though I walk through the valley of darkness
I am not afraid
Cause I know I'm not alone
And if the wind blows east, would you follow me
And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course
And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess
And if it blows to the south, would you count me out
And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine
And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away
Would you say I do, if I say I'll be
And walk this road through life with me
You know I love you
On this lonely road of faith
On this lonely road of faith
Send your thoughts and prayers to his girlfriend, Cat, and his other friends and family.
And now, a tribute to Crash, the song we always sang at karaoke together.
"Lonely Road Of Faith"
~Kid Rock
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much I love you
And it hurts to see, see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that we've found
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
Though I walk through the valley of darkness
I am not afraid
Cause I know I'm not alone
And if the wind blows east, would you follow me
And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course
And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess
And if it blows to the south, would you count me out
And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine
And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away
Would you say I do, if I say I'll be
And walk this road through life with me
You know I love you
On this lonely road of faith
On this lonely road of faith
23 October 2006
22 October 2006
The Most Romantic Thing that EVER Happened to Me
Friday night was SK's game vs. St. Charles, and, of course, his team won. 34-0! It was great. The janky old stadium was packed, so my parents and I sat on this hill outside the stadium until half time when we got in for free and stood by the fence behind the goal post. It was pretty cold, but not too bad. I guess they are going to revamp the whole athletic "complex" next year, with a new baseball field too, but that won't matter to us because next year vs. St. Charles will be a home game! Anyway, it was fun.
Yesterday JAFH and I went to the Circleville Pumpkin Festival, the 100th one, and it was okay. I was expecting more pumpkin-y stuff, but it was more rides and fair food than anything. They had some crafters and vendors, but nothing we were really interested in. It was kinda cool to watch the parade though, especially when they had a float with all the past Pumpkin Queens on it, some little old ladies that were so cute! Also my high school band marched in the parade, but since I graduated six years ago I didn't recognize anyone. Not that I really could make out the faces anyway! Overall, a fine time. We went back to his parent's house and he asked if I wanted to get in the hot tub. I didn't bring my suit, and of course, he said that didn't matter. Normally I would have been cool, but since his parents were home (asleep!) I was a little weird about it. But JAFH said that he had a whole Sweetest Day plan for me. So I agreed. We went out to the patio and he took the lid off the hot tub, and brought this bench out, and lit a candle. I was like, "awww" while I'm taking off my clothes, not realising that the best was yet to come! He told me to get in the tub while he got things ready, and I was all excited and stuff, and while I chilled (well, warmed up I guess, since the hot tub was 104 degrees and the outside air was about 39) in the tub, JAFH brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was so sweet and romantic that I actually got a little choked up. Nobody, and I mean literally, NOBODY, has ever done anything that romantic for me. The closest was when my old friend Jim sent roses to my high school when he missed my play! I was stunned that JAFH came up with such a romantic plan, just for me. We relaxed in the hot tub for about two hours, and then I was getting pruney and there were other things to attend to, so we got out. I was still weird about his parents being home, but it was okay. By this time it was about one a.m., so we quietly snuck up to his room (I was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room) and spent some wonderful quality time together until about three a.m. when we both started to drift off. It was so awesome, spending time with one of my best friends in a romantic situation and not having to worry about weirdness. One of the best moments was when we were kissing, and he leaned back and looked at me, and I was like, "What?" and he says, "Gorgeous. Just gorgeous." I thought I was going to die of happiness.
This morning JAFH woke me up around nine a.m., he had already showered and everything, and while I showered he ran over to Jolly Pirate to get some pumpkin shaped donuts. I only had one because I'm not a huge fan of sweet stuff, but it was pretty good. We went to Circle S farms (The S stands for Sucks) where it was super muddy, slightly cold, and very windy. It cost $8.50 to get in, which was kind of a rip off since there was practically nothing to do. But I did get to meet his cousin and her baby and her husband, go on a hay ride, and get a big fat pumpkin to carve. Not an awesome time, but not a terrible time. I had fun even though I did get covered from foot to knee in mud! Oh, and I got to sit on some hay in a barn. We came home from there, ran some errands for TH (JAFH's mom) and when we got back dinner was ready... pot roast! Yum! It was great. JAFH had to leave to go back to Cuyahoga Falls around three, so I left at that time too. Came home, and took a nap. I was worn out from my exciting weekend! And the best part is, B&T (JAFH's parents) never even knew a thing! Not like they would have really minded, so to speak, but they sure would have been shocked. They still love me after all these years, but I kinda have to win them back on a few points.
Tonight, I'm going to karaoke, but since I am way past broke, I suppose I shall just drink water. But I feel like I haven't been out in ages!
PS- No, we didn't bang.
PPS- I found out later that BH woke up at midnight and thought JAFH and I were already asleep! He didn't even hear us or see us on the patio!
Yesterday JAFH and I went to the Circleville Pumpkin Festival, the 100th one, and it was okay. I was expecting more pumpkin-y stuff, but it was more rides and fair food than anything. They had some crafters and vendors, but nothing we were really interested in. It was kinda cool to watch the parade though, especially when they had a float with all the past Pumpkin Queens on it, some little old ladies that were so cute! Also my high school band marched in the parade, but since I graduated six years ago I didn't recognize anyone. Not that I really could make out the faces anyway! Overall, a fine time. We went back to his parent's house and he asked if I wanted to get in the hot tub. I didn't bring my suit, and of course, he said that didn't matter. Normally I would have been cool, but since his parents were home (asleep!) I was a little weird about it. But JAFH said that he had a whole Sweetest Day plan for me. So I agreed. We went out to the patio and he took the lid off the hot tub, and brought this bench out, and lit a candle. I was like, "awww" while I'm taking off my clothes, not realising that the best was yet to come! He told me to get in the tub while he got things ready, and I was all excited and stuff, and while I chilled (well, warmed up I guess, since the hot tub was 104 degrees and the outside air was about 39) in the tub, JAFH brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was so sweet and romantic that I actually got a little choked up. Nobody, and I mean literally, NOBODY, has ever done anything that romantic for me. The closest was when my old friend Jim sent roses to my high school when he missed my play! I was stunned that JAFH came up with such a romantic plan, just for me. We relaxed in the hot tub for about two hours, and then I was getting pruney and there were other things to attend to, so we got out. I was still weird about his parents being home, but it was okay. By this time it was about one a.m., so we quietly snuck up to his room (I was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room) and spent some wonderful quality time together until about three a.m. when we both started to drift off. It was so awesome, spending time with one of my best friends in a romantic situation and not having to worry about weirdness. One of the best moments was when we were kissing, and he leaned back and looked at me, and I was like, "What?" and he says, "Gorgeous. Just gorgeous." I thought I was going to die of happiness.
This morning JAFH woke me up around nine a.m., he had already showered and everything, and while I showered he ran over to Jolly Pirate to get some pumpkin shaped donuts. I only had one because I'm not a huge fan of sweet stuff, but it was pretty good. We went to Circle S farms (The S stands for Sucks) where it was super muddy, slightly cold, and very windy. It cost $8.50 to get in, which was kind of a rip off since there was practically nothing to do. But I did get to meet his cousin and her baby and her husband, go on a hay ride, and get a big fat pumpkin to carve. Not an awesome time, but not a terrible time. I had fun even though I did get covered from foot to knee in mud! Oh, and I got to sit on some hay in a barn. We came home from there, ran some errands for TH (JAFH's mom) and when we got back dinner was ready... pot roast! Yum! It was great. JAFH had to leave to go back to Cuyahoga Falls around three, so I left at that time too. Came home, and took a nap. I was worn out from my exciting weekend! And the best part is, B&T (JAFH's parents) never even knew a thing! Not like they would have really minded, so to speak, but they sure would have been shocked. They still love me after all these years, but I kinda have to win them back on a few points.
Tonight, I'm going to karaoke, but since I am way past broke, I suppose I shall just drink water. But I feel like I haven't been out in ages!
PS- No, we didn't bang.
PPS- I found out later that BH woke up at midnight and thought JAFH and I were already asleep! He didn't even hear us or see us on the patio!
20 October 2006
Droppin' This Scene
Drama. I can't even write about it. So I'll just post some pretty emails for you. The pink ones are from me to her, the brown one is from her to me. Obviously.
Subject: You fucking CUNT.
YOU ARE A FUCKING CUNT.
I cannot believe that you would tell Doug that I have a fucking STD when you don't even know shit about me. Do you even know my last name? NO. You don't know SHIT. I have talked to you probably six or seven times in my life and I don't give a flying fuck about you. The point is that I have ALWAYS been nice to you even when you were stalking Andy and I tried to be the calm go between for you. I do NOT appreciate you telling Doug that he needs to "wrap it up" because I don't have any fucking diseases. Even if I did it's not your fucking business. You are a low down dirty cunt and don't worry cuz I will tell your dad all about it, not to mention everyone that goes to karaoke. Your big cunt mouth ruined a good thing for me and fear not, little girl, you will be reprimanded. Gossip does not go unpunished because it's a sin. You are a fucking cunt and I have no idea why you would even have anything against me. If it's because of Andy, nice, because he never even wanted anything to do with you.
FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT.
Subject: Oh, and another thing.
Not only are you a dirty gossiping cunt who doesn't know shit, but I talked to Andy and he said that he's told you on countless occasions that he's not interested in dating you. Grow up and move on. Don't you have a boyfriend anyway?? Yeah. Thought so. You had better keep my name out of your mouth. If I ever hear another word about you spreading shit around because I supposedly kept you and Andy from hooking up, you're going to have some major fucking problems to deal with.
Subject: RE: Oh, and another thing.
First of all i never was ready to date Andy. I was still talking to my ex of 3 years and we were still trying to work it out and we did. Second of all if you were really paying attention you would have noticed that I specifically said that we weren't dating but just hanging out and having fun but, NOT DATING. Remember the quotes that I put around it? And, quite frankly, it doesn't matter what I said it was not your job to get in the middle of anything. Third, I never liked you after I found out you were calling me names even before you knew me because you felt threatened by me because we have one of the same guy friends. And I also heard that you were hurting said friend by telling everyone things that he had told you in confidence, even after he had asked you not to. This is also not the first time that you have made one of my friends mad or upset by your actions. Before you open your big mouth you should look to see who they are friends with and it would be a safe assumption that they would not like you. And another thing you really should get your facts straight. I told Duger that he could do better. That he deserves someone that likes him and wants to be with him, not just the little thing that was going on between you two. That and I don't trust anyone who cheats and that is apparently what you have done. As a result I told him to be careful about what he was doing. And yes at that point I told him that he should use something, i just don't trust cheaters. If that "ruined" your booty call i am sorry but good for him! HE deserves someone who actually likes him for him not just for a piece on the side. Once again though you stuck your nose where it doesn't belong and even though Andy and I are friends again he probably won't talk to me because you don't know what you are talking about. Oh and go ahead and tell my daddy what I did. He will probably laugh at you and ask you if you are really telling on me. Anyways you should really get your facts straight before you go off blabbing to other people. I am actually surprised you came to me first, usually don't you go telling everyone else first?
Subject: RE:RE: Oh, and another thing.
In regards to Andy, I never got in the middle of shit, you put me there. You were constantly asking me and sending me emails on here about "why isn't he talking to me?" and "do you know how he really feels about me?" and shit like that. And if you really think I felt threatened by you, I'm amused. I have plenty of friends, especially guy friends, and I really don't care who they date or hang out with, as long as that person isn't a flaming cunt. I never had a problem with you at all until last night when I found out what you said about me. I'm not sure when you think I called you names, and I know for a fact that I never called you anything to your face, so basically you're going off rumours, and that's pathetic. You never meant anything to me other than being some chick who goes to karaoke. I didn't hate you and I didn't like you. You were just there.
So who is this "friend" that told me things in confidence, which I then told everyone I know about? I've been racking my brain and I can't figure out who it could be, since the only mutual friend we have is Andy. I guess there are a few people we know from karaoke, but I still can't think of who it could be.
Also, I'd like to know where you got your information on my feelings for Doug. I'm sure you can't read my mind, especially since I haven't even seen you in months, unless you have super special telekinetic powers. As a matter of fact, I do like Doug, and I'm not just using him for sex. I would like to have a relationship with him, and he and I have discussed it. Not that it's your business, but as long as I'm righting all your wrong facts, I figured I'd let you know. The fact that you think he can do better than me is also amusing... I have a real job as a SENIOR loan processor at a prominent mortgage brokerage, my life is pretty much in order, I make good money, and I'm a great fun person. Not sure how he could do any better than that. And cheating? Who am I cheating on? Doug and I aren't even dating! Hahaha. You and your silly made up facts. I've never cheated on anyone in my life, and I never will. I don't stoop to that level. And no, you didn't ruin my booty call, don't worry. What you really did was upset Doug by lying about me to him, that hurt his feelings, and you made him feel weird because before you lied he never had a reason to not trust me. He still doesn't have a reason, and he still trusts me, so it's all good. Your little plan backfired sweetie.
In conclusion, YOU stuck your cunty little nose into MY business, brought me down to your cunty little level, and made up a bunch of "facts" (ie, lies) about me to try and destroy my reputation because... let me think... someone told you once that I said something about you and you never even bothered to ask me if it was true or not... Yep.
Have a wonderful day! =)
So, to summarize, some bitch is talkin' shit and she has no reason and no right to. Damnit. Why does drama follow me everywhere? I'm about to drop this mother fucking scene. I do not need this bullshit in my life anymore. The people that are not my friends that show up to karaoke are all just like high school kids, and you know what? I haven't been in high school since 2000. I'm an adult. Fuck them.
At least Dooger isn't mad at me. I mean, he had no reason to be, especially since he barely knows this Jennifer chick, but it did put him in a bad position. Whatever. He still called me last night, we didn't hang out, but at least we talked for a total of an hour yesterday (two phone calls.) Fuck her. Oh, and she's ugly.
So besides that bullshit on Wednesday night, there was even more ridiculous bullshit. SL called the cops on me all the way from Florida and told them that I was trying to kill myself. What a fucking bitch. Three cop cars and six cops in my goddamn parking lot at almost 3am... Jesus, please help me to forgive for he knows not what he has done. I hate people!!!!!!! Also, I can't wait to move. I'm going today to see if I can get in, so I can just move before I have to pay rent on this shit hole again and use that money for a down payment. Yeah. I was thinking about the Continent, but I have a few other places in mind.
Last night I was bored to death almost, so I went to Zuey's for one beer. My original plan was to have several beers, but it was way way way too loud there with all the darters and these crazy loud girls and everything. So I had one beer and went over to Eldo's to see Zara. Moose was there, Cool Ron, and GMc. Also a few others that I've known here and there. Apparently GMc still harbors ill feelings about my not bailing him out of jail back in April or May. Well you know what? That's just fine. He can't comprehend the weight of the situation that I was put in, and probably never will. He's just arrogant and he thinks he is invinceable. It's sad. He expected me to be responsible for him/his actions and a $900 balance on his bail. Forget it. I would do that for my immediate family only. Plus, how was I to know that he used his canadian license and not his US one? As far as I was concerned, getting arrested was a direct violation of his probation. Fuck that.
Anyway. Karaoke was fine, kinda boring but I got to sing three songs. I went back to Zuey's for one more beer after that because it had emptied out a bit, and talked to 31 and some other boys I had met on Tuesday night. I bought some Miller Lite to take home, and overall, it was a good night. Went home, watched some Jay Leno, and went to sleep.
Subject: You fucking CUNT.
YOU ARE A FUCKING CUNT.
I cannot believe that you would tell Doug that I have a fucking STD when you don't even know shit about me. Do you even know my last name? NO. You don't know SHIT. I have talked to you probably six or seven times in my life and I don't give a flying fuck about you. The point is that I have ALWAYS been nice to you even when you were stalking Andy and I tried to be the calm go between for you. I do NOT appreciate you telling Doug that he needs to "wrap it up" because I don't have any fucking diseases. Even if I did it's not your fucking business. You are a low down dirty cunt and don't worry cuz I will tell your dad all about it, not to mention everyone that goes to karaoke. Your big cunt mouth ruined a good thing for me and fear not, little girl, you will be reprimanded. Gossip does not go unpunished because it's a sin. You are a fucking cunt and I have no idea why you would even have anything against me. If it's because of Andy, nice, because he never even wanted anything to do with you.
FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT.
Subject: Oh, and another thing.
Not only are you a dirty gossiping cunt who doesn't know shit, but I talked to Andy and he said that he's told you on countless occasions that he's not interested in dating you. Grow up and move on. Don't you have a boyfriend anyway?? Yeah. Thought so. You had better keep my name out of your mouth. If I ever hear another word about you spreading shit around because I supposedly kept you and Andy from hooking up, you're going to have some major fucking problems to deal with.
Subject: RE: Oh, and another thing.
First of all i never was ready to date Andy. I was still talking to my ex of 3 years and we were still trying to work it out and we did. Second of all if you were really paying attention you would have noticed that I specifically said that we weren't dating but just hanging out and having fun but, NOT DATING. Remember the quotes that I put around it? And, quite frankly, it doesn't matter what I said it was not your job to get in the middle of anything. Third, I never liked you after I found out you were calling me names even before you knew me because you felt threatened by me because we have one of the same guy friends. And I also heard that you were hurting said friend by telling everyone things that he had told you in confidence, even after he had asked you not to. This is also not the first time that you have made one of my friends mad or upset by your actions. Before you open your big mouth you should look to see who they are friends with and it would be a safe assumption that they would not like you. And another thing you really should get your facts straight. I told Duger that he could do better. That he deserves someone that likes him and wants to be with him, not just the little thing that was going on between you two. That and I don't trust anyone who cheats and that is apparently what you have done. As a result I told him to be careful about what he was doing. And yes at that point I told him that he should use something, i just don't trust cheaters. If that "ruined" your booty call i am sorry but good for him! HE deserves someone who actually likes him for him not just for a piece on the side. Once again though you stuck your nose where it doesn't belong and even though Andy and I are friends again he probably won't talk to me because you don't know what you are talking about. Oh and go ahead and tell my daddy what I did. He will probably laugh at you and ask you if you are really telling on me. Anyways you should really get your facts straight before you go off blabbing to other people. I am actually surprised you came to me first, usually don't you go telling everyone else first?
Subject: RE:RE: Oh, and another thing.
In regards to Andy, I never got in the middle of shit, you put me there. You were constantly asking me and sending me emails on here about "why isn't he talking to me?" and "do you know how he really feels about me?" and shit like that. And if you really think I felt threatened by you, I'm amused. I have plenty of friends, especially guy friends, and I really don't care who they date or hang out with, as long as that person isn't a flaming cunt. I never had a problem with you at all until last night when I found out what you said about me. I'm not sure when you think I called you names, and I know for a fact that I never called you anything to your face, so basically you're going off rumours, and that's pathetic. You never meant anything to me other than being some chick who goes to karaoke. I didn't hate you and I didn't like you. You were just there.
So who is this "friend" that told me things in confidence, which I then told everyone I know about? I've been racking my brain and I can't figure out who it could be, since the only mutual friend we have is Andy. I guess there are a few people we know from karaoke, but I still can't think of who it could be.
Also, I'd like to know where you got your information on my feelings for Doug. I'm sure you can't read my mind, especially since I haven't even seen you in months, unless you have super special telekinetic powers. As a matter of fact, I do like Doug, and I'm not just using him for sex. I would like to have a relationship with him, and he and I have discussed it. Not that it's your business, but as long as I'm righting all your wrong facts, I figured I'd let you know. The fact that you think he can do better than me is also amusing... I have a real job as a SENIOR loan processor at a prominent mortgage brokerage, my life is pretty much in order, I make good money, and I'm a great fun person. Not sure how he could do any better than that. And cheating? Who am I cheating on? Doug and I aren't even dating! Hahaha. You and your silly made up facts. I've never cheated on anyone in my life, and I never will. I don't stoop to that level. And no, you didn't ruin my booty call, don't worry. What you really did was upset Doug by lying about me to him, that hurt his feelings, and you made him feel weird because before you lied he never had a reason to not trust me. He still doesn't have a reason, and he still trusts me, so it's all good. Your little plan backfired sweetie.
In conclusion, YOU stuck your cunty little nose into MY business, brought me down to your cunty little level, and made up a bunch of "facts" (ie, lies) about me to try and destroy my reputation because... let me think... someone told you once that I said something about you and you never even bothered to ask me if it was true or not... Yep.
Have a wonderful day! =)
So, to summarize, some bitch is talkin' shit and she has no reason and no right to. Damnit. Why does drama follow me everywhere? I'm about to drop this mother fucking scene. I do not need this bullshit in my life anymore. The people that are not my friends that show up to karaoke are all just like high school kids, and you know what? I haven't been in high school since 2000. I'm an adult. Fuck them.
At least Dooger isn't mad at me. I mean, he had no reason to be, especially since he barely knows this Jennifer chick, but it did put him in a bad position. Whatever. He still called me last night, we didn't hang out, but at least we talked for a total of an hour yesterday (two phone calls.) Fuck her. Oh, and she's ugly.
So besides that bullshit on Wednesday night, there was even more ridiculous bullshit. SL called the cops on me all the way from Florida and told them that I was trying to kill myself. What a fucking bitch. Three cop cars and six cops in my goddamn parking lot at almost 3am... Jesus, please help me to forgive for he knows not what he has done. I hate people!!!!!!! Also, I can't wait to move. I'm going today to see if I can get in, so I can just move before I have to pay rent on this shit hole again and use that money for a down payment. Yeah. I was thinking about the Continent, but I have a few other places in mind.
Last night I was bored to death almost, so I went to Zuey's for one beer. My original plan was to have several beers, but it was way way way too loud there with all the darters and these crazy loud girls and everything. So I had one beer and went over to Eldo's to see Zara. Moose was there, Cool Ron, and GMc. Also a few others that I've known here and there. Apparently GMc still harbors ill feelings about my not bailing him out of jail back in April or May. Well you know what? That's just fine. He can't comprehend the weight of the situation that I was put in, and probably never will. He's just arrogant and he thinks he is invinceable. It's sad. He expected me to be responsible for him/his actions and a $900 balance on his bail. Forget it. I would do that for my immediate family only. Plus, how was I to know that he used his canadian license and not his US one? As far as I was concerned, getting arrested was a direct violation of his probation. Fuck that.
Anyway. Karaoke was fine, kinda boring but I got to sing three songs. I went back to Zuey's for one more beer after that because it had emptied out a bit, and talked to 31 and some other boys I had met on Tuesday night. I bought some Miller Lite to take home, and overall, it was a good night. Went home, watched some Jay Leno, and went to sleep.
18 October 2006
Quick Update
Yeah I'm at work, but I just had this thought.
Last night I sang "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence and dedicated it to Poke. Maybe that's why he said he loved me. The song spoke to him. I'm such a dork. Here are the lyrics:
"Call Me When You're Sober"
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
Last night I sang "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence and dedicated it to Poke. Maybe that's why he said he loved me. The song spoke to him. I'm such a dork. Here are the lyrics:
"Call Me When You're Sober"
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
Love and other things.
I hate love. The End.
Ok, just kidding. It's not the end. But I do hate love. Oxymoronic of me? Definitely. More on that later. First I have to tell you about my dream!
I dreamt that the kittens had dry rot on their skin. There were only two ways to get rid of it, the Pauly Shore way and the Duck Tape way. Somehow I knew that dry rot is also called wood worm, even though it's not a worm at all, kinda like ringworm isn't a worm but a fungus. Like dry rot. Anyway. The dry rot on their skin was greenish, and hard. Not hard like crusty, but more like tough skin or something, and it was gross. Mickey had it the worst. Sheeba was also orange in my dream, like Mickey and Fox are in real life. Sheeba didn't hardly have any at all. I used the Pauly Shore technique on Sheeba and Fox, since they were least affected, and that involved spraying them with vinegar water and letting it soak into their skin. Do this once every fifteen minutes and within four hours the dry rot will be gone. For more severe cases, like Mickey, I had to use the Duck Tape technique. First I had to hog tie Mickey with the tape, then cover his mouth but not his nose. This was just so he wouldn't try and scratch or bite the tape off. Then I applied the tape over the dry rot spots, two strips in a cross formation like an "X". I had to put Mickey in a box for three days and only give him water every 24 hours through a dropper through a small hole in the tape over his mouth. I put him in the box, and thought that this was working out quite well because I was about to start packing anyway. Apparently I was moving... not sure. I'd assume I was. That was about it.
By the way, dry rot can't occur on skin. Just so ya know.
So, on to last night. Last night was super swell! I went to Zuey's around eight thirty, after D*Martin had come over for dinner. Zuey's started out kinda blah and boring as usual, but then I started talking to this kid, 31. 31 is an interesting fellow. He's weird, but he's okay, and at least he's not boring like Nicholas, haha. But on the same level of weird, for sure. Some more people came in that I knew, and then Poke called me. He came up to Zuey's and we hung out there for awhile, and it was fun. Then we headed over to the Hot Spot where I ran into Els, this guy from old school Zuey's. It was weird to see him again, considering the last time I saw him I wanted to kick his head in. Yeah, he didn't remember that part. Els is the guy who got in a fight with Fuzz, but I'm not sure if I posted about that or not... it may have been before I started my blog. But I digress. So Poke and I were hanging out at Hot Spot and it was a good time. NMc came in, I talked to him for a little bit, and it was generally fun. I sang two songs, drank some Heinekins, and just chilled. Good times were had by all. Poke and I had somewhat strange conversation, about how he loves me, and I didn't really know what to think of it. We were both fairly drunk, so who knows if it meant anything, but still. One doesn't just randomly say "I love you", does one? Don't know! I mean, Poke and I get along really well, but... he can't be the one, can he? That would just be strange. Although my first name and his last name do go very nicely together. I would really be a rock star if that was my name! Anyway, I'm not really going to think about it much, since I'm sure it was nothing. Probably just the beer speaking. After Hot Spot he and I went back to my house and had some wild crazy sex, of course, and it was fucking off the hook, of course, like it always is. Oh yes.
I guess that's about all I have to write about. *yawn*
Ok, just kidding. It's not the end. But I do hate love. Oxymoronic of me? Definitely. More on that later. First I have to tell you about my dream!
I dreamt that the kittens had dry rot on their skin. There were only two ways to get rid of it, the Pauly Shore way and the Duck Tape way. Somehow I knew that dry rot is also called wood worm, even though it's not a worm at all, kinda like ringworm isn't a worm but a fungus. Like dry rot. Anyway. The dry rot on their skin was greenish, and hard. Not hard like crusty, but more like tough skin or something, and it was gross. Mickey had it the worst. Sheeba was also orange in my dream, like Mickey and Fox are in real life. Sheeba didn't hardly have any at all. I used the Pauly Shore technique on Sheeba and Fox, since they were least affected, and that involved spraying them with vinegar water and letting it soak into their skin. Do this once every fifteen minutes and within four hours the dry rot will be gone. For more severe cases, like Mickey, I had to use the Duck Tape technique. First I had to hog tie Mickey with the tape, then cover his mouth but not his nose. This was just so he wouldn't try and scratch or bite the tape off. Then I applied the tape over the dry rot spots, two strips in a cross formation like an "X". I had to put Mickey in a box for three days and only give him water every 24 hours through a dropper through a small hole in the tape over his mouth. I put him in the box, and thought that this was working out quite well because I was about to start packing anyway. Apparently I was moving... not sure. I'd assume I was. That was about it.
By the way, dry rot can't occur on skin. Just so ya know.
So, on to last night. Last night was super swell! I went to Zuey's around eight thirty, after D*Martin had come over for dinner. Zuey's started out kinda blah and boring as usual, but then I started talking to this kid, 31. 31 is an interesting fellow. He's weird, but he's okay, and at least he's not boring like Nicholas, haha. But on the same level of weird, for sure. Some more people came in that I knew, and then Poke called me. He came up to Zuey's and we hung out there for awhile, and it was fun. Then we headed over to the Hot Spot where I ran into Els, this guy from old school Zuey's. It was weird to see him again, considering the last time I saw him I wanted to kick his head in. Yeah, he didn't remember that part. Els is the guy who got in a fight with Fuzz, but I'm not sure if I posted about that or not... it may have been before I started my blog. But I digress. So Poke and I were hanging out at Hot Spot and it was a good time. NMc came in, I talked to him for a little bit, and it was generally fun. I sang two songs, drank some Heinekins, and just chilled. Good times were had by all. Poke and I had somewhat strange conversation, about how he loves me, and I didn't really know what to think of it. We were both fairly drunk, so who knows if it meant anything, but still. One doesn't just randomly say "I love you", does one? Don't know! I mean, Poke and I get along really well, but... he can't be the one, can he? That would just be strange. Although my first name and his last name do go very nicely together. I would really be a rock star if that was my name! Anyway, I'm not really going to think about it much, since I'm sure it was nothing. Probably just the beer speaking. After Hot Spot he and I went back to my house and had some wild crazy sex, of course, and it was fucking off the hook, of course, like it always is. Oh yes.
I guess that's about all I have to write about. *yawn*
17 October 2006
The Grown Up Life
What a wonderful weekend I had.
Thursday night Dooger came over and we watched a movie, "Click" starring Adam Sandler, and had some pizza. The movie was pretty good. We were going to go to Gordy's but realised neither one of us had money, so we got some Natty Light from Giant Eagle instead. It was a fun night.
Friday GG and I went to Chipotle, cuz she's never been there before, and it was delicious, as usual. She was quite impressed by the size of her burrito. It was funny because we sat down at the table and I got up to get us our drinks or straws or something, and I heard GG go "It's HUGE!" and even though she wasn't really that loud, it echoed because of the high ceilings and corrugated metal walls. I was highly amused. She is so cute. I ate my whole burrito, cuz I got the vegetarian one which consists mostly of vegetables (duh) and salsa and a little rice. GG got the steak burrito and ate almost the whole thing. I was shocked that she didn't finish it, since we all know GG loves big things *wink* and she can eat a whole ton of food! Ah, well. So after Chipotle we went back to her house and chilled for awhile. Originally she was going to go to SK's game with me, but then she didn't have $5 cash money, but then her dad lent her $5 cash money, so we went anyway. She got to meet my parents and SK for the first time, and it all went quite well. The game was boring and it sucked, and SK's team lost. It was shitty, and really effing cold, but what are ya gonna do? Gotta support the little tot! After the game we hung out at GG's house for a little bit again, talked with TG and GG, and then I headed home. I think I just went to sleep or something, lol. It was a long night!
Saturday I slept in, and then dyed my hair this killer bright red color. It was wonderful. I was in a kinda foul mood because SL is a big fucking jerk, but I just tried not to think about it. Eventually it was night time and I watched some shitty TV shows and drank some beers and talked to people on text messages. It was cool. I even got to talk to Wildman Joe on the phone, and that was good.
Sunday, I literally laid around all day long and did nothing. Nothing at all. I went to karaoke around nine o'clock because I was so terribly bored. It was slow to start off with, and ended up being fairly slow all night long. It was a super fun time though, for sure. I'm finally friends with that kid Brian, which is good. We had a great time.
Last night Dooger came over for dinner, my world famous homemade mac'n'cheese, and we watched "Wolf Creek", which was an okay movie. I had hoped it would be scarier, but it was mostly annoying. Dooger liked it though. After the movie we headed over to Triple 16, where it was the Dooger, Cat, and Kel-Bell show for the first two hours. Cat and I were texting everyone to try and get them to come out, but alas, no one showed. Only Moose came for one song, until around midnight when the strippers finally arrived and started singing. It was a pretty fun time. We got some trinkets, such as some light up bottlecaps from Miller Lite, and Molson Canadian beads, and a Killian's keychain. Good times. It kinda sucked because they were out of draught beer so I spent like $38 whereas I would have spent about $18, but that's okay because Dooger's gonna take me on a date when he gets paid! Hehe! We had a swell time! We left around one thirty or so, and went home to watch TV naked, which is an interesting experience. Then bed. I didn't even fall asleep until almost five o'clock in the morning, but it was worth it. Trust me.
Tonight D*Martin is supposed to come over for dinner. I'm definitely not going out though, because this weekend is PUMPKIN FEST with JAFH, so I must save my money. Hell yeah.
Thursday night Dooger came over and we watched a movie, "Click" starring Adam Sandler, and had some pizza. The movie was pretty good. We were going to go to Gordy's but realised neither one of us had money, so we got some Natty Light from Giant Eagle instead. It was a fun night.
Friday GG and I went to Chipotle, cuz she's never been there before, and it was delicious, as usual. She was quite impressed by the size of her burrito. It was funny because we sat down at the table and I got up to get us our drinks or straws or something, and I heard GG go "It's HUGE!" and even though she wasn't really that loud, it echoed because of the high ceilings and corrugated metal walls. I was highly amused. She is so cute. I ate my whole burrito, cuz I got the vegetarian one which consists mostly of vegetables (duh) and salsa and a little rice. GG got the steak burrito and ate almost the whole thing. I was shocked that she didn't finish it, since we all know GG loves big things *wink* and she can eat a whole ton of food! Ah, well. So after Chipotle we went back to her house and chilled for awhile. Originally she was going to go to SK's game with me, but then she didn't have $5 cash money, but then her dad lent her $5 cash money, so we went anyway. She got to meet my parents and SK for the first time, and it all went quite well. The game was boring and it sucked, and SK's team lost. It was shitty, and really effing cold, but what are ya gonna do? Gotta support the little tot! After the game we hung out at GG's house for a little bit again, talked with TG and GG, and then I headed home. I think I just went to sleep or something, lol. It was a long night!
Saturday I slept in, and then dyed my hair this killer bright red color. It was wonderful. I was in a kinda foul mood because SL is a big fucking jerk, but I just tried not to think about it. Eventually it was night time and I watched some shitty TV shows and drank some beers and talked to people on text messages. It was cool. I even got to talk to Wildman Joe on the phone, and that was good.
Sunday, I literally laid around all day long and did nothing. Nothing at all. I went to karaoke around nine o'clock because I was so terribly bored. It was slow to start off with, and ended up being fairly slow all night long. It was a super fun time though, for sure. I'm finally friends with that kid Brian, which is good. We had a great time.
Last night Dooger came over for dinner, my world famous homemade mac'n'cheese, and we watched "Wolf Creek", which was an okay movie. I had hoped it would be scarier, but it was mostly annoying. Dooger liked it though. After the movie we headed over to Triple 16, where it was the Dooger, Cat, and Kel-Bell show for the first two hours. Cat and I were texting everyone to try and get them to come out, but alas, no one showed. Only Moose came for one song, until around midnight when the strippers finally arrived and started singing. It was a pretty fun time. We got some trinkets, such as some light up bottlecaps from Miller Lite, and Molson Canadian beads, and a Killian's keychain. Good times. It kinda sucked because they were out of draught beer so I spent like $38 whereas I would have spent about $18, but that's okay because Dooger's gonna take me on a date when he gets paid! Hehe! We had a swell time! We left around one thirty or so, and went home to watch TV naked, which is an interesting experience. Then bed. I didn't even fall asleep until almost five o'clock in the morning, but it was worth it. Trust me.
Tonight D*Martin is supposed to come over for dinner. I'm definitely not going out though, because this weekend is PUMPKIN FEST with JAFH, so I must save my money. Hell yeah.
He Says I'm a Stupid Cunt
Well here is what I say: Look at these pics. The first one is my neck, I know it's hard to tell in the weird lighting but you can see the bruises and scratches. The rest are mostly my arms.
14 October 2006
13 October 2006
12 October 2006
11 October 2006
This is just easier than retelling it all.
10:10
(10:10:53) kimmie: r u smoke free??????
(10:15:21) Kel: yep
10:15
(10:18:31) kimmie: u sick?
(10:19:26) Kel: no i'm pissed at the world
(10:19:53) kimmie: Y
(10:20:02) kimmie: you seem angry...
10:20
(10:23:32) Kel: i am
(10:23:41) Kel: i went out last night, tab was $13
(10:23:44) Kel: they overcharged me
(10:24:02) Kel: now, if it had been gordy's, where they preapprove for a certain amount, i wouldn't have had a problem
(10:24:10) Kel: but they didnt even TELL me
(10:24:21) Kel: and so my account went negative $1.62
(10:24:30) Kel: but this morning, its not negative... so i'm confused
(10:24:42) Kel: will i get charged a fee? won't i? who knows!!!
(10:24:50) Kel: and also, boys are dumb
(10:25:40) Kel: Ian completely ignored me all night last night, after bothering me for so long to hang out, then randomly shows up at the bar with this fucking chick and he's like "oh i was ignoring you, sorry. we were running errands." i am like how long does it take to send a goddamn text message
10:25
(10:28:08) Kel: then dooger was being weird, he didn't stay long, and called me like 117 times after he left
(10:28:52) Kel: making sure i'm ok, do i want him to come over and stay with me? am i sure i'm ok? maybe i should go stay with him because its safer? and i'm like doug, seriously, its ok, i'm fine
(10:29:16) Kel: In addition, my dad did my taxes wrong again and they are due on monday and jesus how am i ever going to get them filed!!!
(10:30:23) Kel: also giant eagle does not let you write checks with out a stupid giant eagle card which i dont have anymore but i am still in the system so i had to fucking figure out which of my 8 phone numbers i've had in the last 6 years was attached to my account thank god it was the 1st one i tried!!! and the lady who was running the shit i think was mildy retarded
(10:30:37) Kel: with a lisp
10:30
(10:31:11) Kel: oh AND they dont have any regular cashiers open at 12am all they have is stupid self checkout
(10:31:40) Kel: and my cat shit on the floor for no reason right after i cleaned the fucking box
(10:32:04) Kel: and now my tum tum hurts from being angry
(10:32:44) kimmie: omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(10:33:03) Kel: yep
(10:33:04) kimmie: her files are alkready given me a (*&&^(&^G$VV**&%&%*%*&(&* headache!
(10:33:13) kimmie: why no one will train that girl is freaking beyond me/
(10:33:14) Kel: i'll let you know if i remember any other reasons why i hate the world
(10:33:17) Kel: :-d
(10:33:23) Kel: i have no clue
(10:33:37) Kel: she showed me that file cuz she thought it was mine and i'm like THANK GOD looks like a cluster fuck
(10:33:38) kimmie: why i keep repeating myself... i tell her the same thing all the time
(10:33:55) Kel: sheesh
(10:34:22) kimmie: IT is. i will keep my comments to myself. lets just say the file is am f;g wreck. &**(^%*^%*^*%*&%*&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&**& waste of f'g time./
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(10:34:50) kimmie: going to blow a gasket!
(10:35:07) Kel: lol looks like it
(10:35:11) kimmie: oh boy!
(10:35:21) Kel: look u kissed me in the middle of ur rant haha
(10:35:25) kimmie: i see.
(10:35:29) Kel: thanks baby ;;)
(10:35:36) kimmie: thats why i was laughing
(10:36:49) kimmie: hmmmmmmm
(10:36:58) Kel: yah
(10:40:38) kimmie: im going to scream!
10:40
(10:44:47) Kel: me too
10:45
(10:10:53) kimmie: r u smoke free??????
(10:15:21) Kel: yep
10:15
(10:18:31) kimmie: u sick?
(10:19:26) Kel: no i'm pissed at the world
(10:19:53) kimmie: Y
(10:20:02) kimmie: you seem angry...
10:20
(10:23:32) Kel: i am
(10:23:41) Kel: i went out last night, tab was $13
(10:23:44) Kel: they overcharged me
(10:24:02) Kel: now, if it had been gordy's, where they preapprove for a certain amount, i wouldn't have had a problem
(10:24:10) Kel: but they didnt even TELL me
(10:24:21) Kel: and so my account went negative $1.62
(10:24:30) Kel: but this morning, its not negative... so i'm confused
(10:24:42) Kel: will i get charged a fee? won't i? who knows!!!
(10:24:50) Kel: and also, boys are dumb
(10:25:40) Kel: Ian completely ignored me all night last night, after bothering me for so long to hang out, then randomly shows up at the bar with this fucking chick and he's like "oh i was ignoring you, sorry. we were running errands." i am like how long does it take to send a goddamn text message
10:25
(10:28:08) Kel: then dooger was being weird, he didn't stay long, and called me like 117 times after he left
(10:28:52) Kel: making sure i'm ok, do i want him to come over and stay with me? am i sure i'm ok? maybe i should go stay with him because its safer? and i'm like doug, seriously, its ok, i'm fine
(10:29:16) Kel: In addition, my dad did my taxes wrong again and they are due on monday and jesus how am i ever going to get them filed!!!
(10:30:23) Kel: also giant eagle does not let you write checks with out a stupid giant eagle card which i dont have anymore but i am still in the system so i had to fucking figure out which of my 8 phone numbers i've had in the last 6 years was attached to my account thank god it was the 1st one i tried!!! and the lady who was running the shit i think was mildy retarded
(10:30:37) Kel: with a lisp
10:30
(10:31:11) Kel: oh AND they dont have any regular cashiers open at 12am all they have is stupid self checkout
(10:31:40) Kel: and my cat shit on the floor for no reason right after i cleaned the fucking box
(10:32:04) Kel: and now my tum tum hurts from being angry
(10:32:44) kimmie: omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(10:33:03) Kel: yep
(10:33:04) kimmie: her files are alkready given me a (*&&^(&^G$VV**&%&%*%*&(&* headache!
(10:33:13) kimmie: why no one will train that girl is freaking beyond me/
(10:33:14) Kel: i'll let you know if i remember any other reasons why i hate the world
(10:33:17) Kel: :-d
(10:33:23) Kel: i have no clue
(10:33:37) Kel: she showed me that file cuz she thought it was mine and i'm like THANK GOD looks like a cluster fuck
(10:33:38) kimmie: why i keep repeating myself... i tell her the same thing all the time
(10:33:55) Kel: sheesh
(10:34:22) kimmie: IT is. i will keep my comments to myself. lets just say the file is am f;g wreck. &**(^%*^%*^*%*&%*&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&**& waste of f'g time./
(10:34:38) kimmie: lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^ lets send them all to fifteen *&&*&^^&R&^$&^%^%^%^%^^%^%C^$O& PR&TI:&I*N L YJN
(10:34:50) kimmie: going to blow a gasket!
(10:35:07) Kel: lol looks like it
(10:35:11) kimmie: oh boy!
(10:35:21) Kel: look u kissed me in the middle of ur rant haha
(10:35:25) kimmie: i see.
(10:35:29) Kel: thanks baby ;;)
(10:35:36) kimmie: thats why i was laughing
(10:36:49) kimmie: hmmmmmmm
(10:36:58) Kel: yah
(10:40:38) kimmie: im going to scream!
10:40
(10:44:47) Kel: me too
10:45
Watch
Watch out for Gordy's. They will charge $30 to your card no matter how much your tab really is.
Watch out for Brewstir's. They automatically charge 20% to your card no matter what your tab really is.
Same for Trump's.
This is why I have to eat a $35 fee plus $15 for overdrafting from my savings.
Watch out for Brewstir's. They automatically charge 20% to your card no matter what your tab really is.
Same for Trump's.
This is why I have to eat a $35 fee plus $15 for overdrafting from my savings.
10 October 2006
The Reunion
Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party. After several drinks, one of the men had to use the restroom. Those who remained talked about their kids.
The first guy said, "My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday."
The second guy said, "Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday."
The third man said: "Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion." The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth returned from the restroom and asked, "What are all the congratulations for?" One of the three said: "We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. ..What about your son?"
The fourth man replied: "My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub." The three friends said: "What a shame.. what a disappointment." The fourth man replied: "No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he hasn't done too bad either. His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends."
The first guy said, "My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday."
The second guy said, "Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday."
The third man said: "Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion."
The fourth man replied: "My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub."
09 October 2006
Then he'd take another deep breath... and he'd hold it.
And I bet he'd feel hungry, in a way that seems strange... yeah, hungry...
Yeah. Anyway.
I've had a fairly uneventful week. Last Wednesday and Thursday, I stayed home and watched movies. It was relaxing. I was happy to not be out drinking. I was seriously thinking that I am an alcoholic, but I read up on it, and I'm not. Yes, I do abuse alcohol, but that's not something that can't be cured. Anyway. More on that tomorrow after I go see Dr. Bob.
Friday I went to my brother's football game, and it kicked ass. It was the best football game I have ever been to. They played their rivals, and it was so close, but SK's team came from behind (only one point behind, lol!) and the score ended up 40 - 34. I was thrilled! My mom had brought some Jersey Mike's subs to the game for us and I ate the whole damn thing, but just barely. I had a #9 with all toppings, no jalapenos, on wheat bread. I thought about GG while I was eating it cuz she would have gotten the same thing, only no onions. And a larger size! Hahaha. Anyway. It was delicious. I saw some boys that SK is friends with that I've known for about ten years, and they are all getting so manly. It's almost disturbing because I've known them since they were six and seven years old, now they're like, men. Crazy. But it was a good time.
Friday night I talked GG's friend Wildman Joe, who absolutely rules. I had heard all about him, and I've been IM'ing him for a couple weeks now, but I had never talked to him on the phone or anything. Well he was doing an internet radio broadcast thing, so I got on the Skype and talked with him and this kid James for about two hours. Wildman and I were both wasted and it was hilarious. We had a great time. We talked about everything under the sun it seemed like! Awesome. He'll be coming out here to visit soon, so that should be super fun.
Saturday I slept late because I had been up until like 4am, and around 3pm I went and got GG and we had some Long John Silver's for lunch. She had never been there and I was shocked. The food was good, as usual, and the service was ghetto, as usual. But it was fun. We went back to my place and we were going to watch the OSU game, but they were playing BGSU and it was so fucking boring that I couldn't stand it. So we tried to watch this documentary on John Wayne Gacy, but the damn channel went out, so we ended up watching a ton of Forensic Files on CourtTV. They were all pretty good, except the few towards the end were fairly lame. I took her home about nine o'clock, and hung out til around eleven watching SVU. It was a very very sad episode about this poor little girl who is locked in a room and the whole thing, except the last five minutes, is Benson on the phone with her trying to figure out where she is, and if she is even real and not a prank. It was a great episode but very sad. I left after that, went home and thought about sleeping but I couldn't, so I got on gaim and talked to GG and Wildman for awhile, and eventually went to sleep.
Sunday I woke up kinda late again, and pretty much laid around the house all day. I did get the laundry all done and did the dishes, made homemade mac'n'cheese (with bowties though, cuz I had no macaroni) and just chilled. I went to karaoke at Brewstir's later, and it was awesome. Tf was there, and some guys she knew, Dooger, OA, Cat, etc. It was a super great time! Tf bought me like five beers, we danced and had fun. The bartended Sandy is a supercunt and brought everyone down, but we tried to over come it. Some mexicans offered me tequila to eat their penises, and I was highly amused, because that is exactly what they said. I thought Dooger was going to kick their asses. It was interesting. He came home with me and we had some fucking crazy ass sex. Oh lord. It was wonderful. But I crashed again, as usual, poor Dooger. I had to sleep on the couch cuz he was having like nightmares or something, I don't know if it's PTSD or what, but it was loud. I didn't mind really, I was just mostly worried about him. I came home at lunch and took him back to his place, like last time, and it was all nice and shit. Wonderful. He said last night that he wants to do everything with me that a boyfriend/girlfriend would do together, but without titles, because that makes everything stressed. I'm like whatever yo, I don't want a boyfriend right now anyway! He's swell.
So I'm thinking about moving out of this shit hole apartment. I don't want to, at all, but since the management office is basically ignoring all my requests for work to be done, my concerns about the ghetto neighbors who wave guns around, etc., I don't think I have a choice. I don't give a fuck, I'll just move into The Continent and not pay my rent here and by the time they try to evict me I will be gone. Fuck them. I don't want to waste my time putting my rent in escrow and all that bullshit when my stupid lease is up in March anyway. So, fuck them all to hell.
The End.
Yeah. Anyway.
I've had a fairly uneventful week. Last Wednesday and Thursday, I stayed home and watched movies. It was relaxing. I was happy to not be out drinking. I was seriously thinking that I am an alcoholic, but I read up on it, and I'm not. Yes, I do abuse alcohol, but that's not something that can't be cured. Anyway. More on that tomorrow after I go see Dr. Bob.
Friday I went to my brother's football game, and it kicked ass. It was the best football game I have ever been to. They played their rivals, and it was so close, but SK's team came from behind (only one point behind, lol!) and the score ended up 40 - 34. I was thrilled! My mom had brought some Jersey Mike's subs to the game for us and I ate the whole damn thing, but just barely. I had a #9 with all toppings, no jalapenos, on wheat bread. I thought about GG while I was eating it cuz she would have gotten the same thing, only no onions. And a larger size! Hahaha. Anyway. It was delicious. I saw some boys that SK is friends with that I've known for about ten years, and they are all getting so manly. It's almost disturbing because I've known them since they were six and seven years old, now they're like, men. Crazy. But it was a good time.
Friday night I talked GG's friend Wildman Joe, who absolutely rules. I had heard all about him, and I've been IM'ing him for a couple weeks now, but I had never talked to him on the phone or anything. Well he was doing an internet radio broadcast thing, so I got on the Skype and talked with him and this kid James for about two hours. Wildman and I were both wasted and it was hilarious. We had a great time. We talked about everything under the sun it seemed like! Awesome. He'll be coming out here to visit soon, so that should be super fun.
Saturday I slept late because I had been up until like 4am, and around 3pm I went and got GG and we had some Long John Silver's for lunch. She had never been there and I was shocked. The food was good, as usual, and the service was ghetto, as usual. But it was fun. We went back to my place and we were going to watch the OSU game, but they were playing BGSU and it was so fucking boring that I couldn't stand it. So we tried to watch this documentary on John Wayne Gacy, but the damn channel went out, so we ended up watching a ton of Forensic Files on CourtTV. They were all pretty good, except the few towards the end were fairly lame. I took her home about nine o'clock, and hung out til around eleven watching SVU. It was a very very sad episode about this poor little girl who is locked in a room and the whole thing, except the last five minutes, is Benson on the phone with her trying to figure out where she is, and if she is even real and not a prank. It was a great episode but very sad. I left after that, went home and thought about sleeping but I couldn't, so I got on gaim and talked to GG and Wildman for awhile, and eventually went to sleep.
Sunday I woke up kinda late again, and pretty much laid around the house all day. I did get the laundry all done and did the dishes, made homemade mac'n'cheese (with bowties though, cuz I had no macaroni) and just chilled. I went to karaoke at Brewstir's later, and it was awesome. Tf was there, and some guys she knew, Dooger, OA, Cat, etc. It was a super great time! Tf bought me like five beers, we danced and had fun. The bartended Sandy is a supercunt and brought everyone down, but we tried to over come it. Some mexicans offered me tequila to eat their penises, and I was highly amused, because that is exactly what they said. I thought Dooger was going to kick their asses. It was interesting. He came home with me and we had some fucking crazy ass sex. Oh lord. It was wonderful. But I crashed again, as usual, poor Dooger. I had to sleep on the couch cuz he was having like nightmares or something, I don't know if it's PTSD or what, but it was loud. I didn't mind really, I was just mostly worried about him. I came home at lunch and took him back to his place, like last time, and it was all nice and shit. Wonderful. He said last night that he wants to do everything with me that a boyfriend/girlfriend would do together, but without titles, because that makes everything stressed. I'm like whatever yo, I don't want a boyfriend right now anyway! He's swell.
So I'm thinking about moving out of this shit hole apartment. I don't want to, at all, but since the management office is basically ignoring all my requests for work to be done, my concerns about the ghetto neighbors who wave guns around, etc., I don't think I have a choice. I don't give a fuck, I'll just move into The Continent and not pay my rent here and by the time they try to evict me I will be gone. Fuck them. I don't want to waste my time putting my rent in escrow and all that bullshit when my stupid lease is up in March anyway. So, fuck them all to hell.
The End.
04 October 2006
Here we go again
Yeah I've had some weird dreams recently but I just haven't posted them. Sorry. The one I had last night was especially strange because it was so real.
SL had moved back, but he wasn't living with me. He worked at the same CVS too. He and I were hanging out in Brewstirs on Weber and High playing trivia. Everyone was there. I left and went to Zuey's, and all my old friends were there. Suddenly I got a call on my phone, and it was DD from work calling to get me to come in, even though it was late at night. Apparently they needed my expertise on some website to submit a file. I went in to work, and everytime I tried to log in to a website a box popped up and said "Your password is stored as Lani, is this your password?" and of course it wasn't my password, so it took a long time to get into these sites. Some other stuff happened but I don't remember it.
Last night KP and I went to Zuey's and hung out for a few hours. It was terribly fun! I was so happy to be back in Zuey's, just chillin' in my same old chair like the old days. I had a couple shots and some beers, and it was good. I left around ten fifteen to go see D*Martin at Trump's, which was boring. All of a sudden I felt totally wasted. It was almost like the other night, but not as bad. I don't even know what happened. I didn't even sing any songs, I just gave him the rest of my beer and I left. Stopped at Taco Bell, shoved my face full of nachos, and went to sleep. All of this was before midnight. I'm so strange. I think it has something to do with the medication I'm on because the label says it may cause drowsiness with alcohol, and that is exactly what is happening.
SL had moved back, but he wasn't living with me. He worked at the same CVS too. He and I were hanging out in Brewstirs on Weber and High playing trivia. Everyone was there. I left and went to Zuey's, and all my old friends were there. Suddenly I got a call on my phone, and it was DD from work calling to get me to come in, even though it was late at night. Apparently they needed my expertise on some website to submit a file. I went in to work, and everytime I tried to log in to a website a box popped up and said "Your password is stored as Lani, is this your password?" and of course it wasn't my password, so it took a long time to get into these sites. Some other stuff happened but I don't remember it.
Last night KP and I went to Zuey's and hung out for a few hours. It was terribly fun! I was so happy to be back in Zuey's, just chillin' in my same old chair like the old days. I had a couple shots and some beers, and it was good. I left around ten fifteen to go see D*Martin at Trump's, which was boring. All of a sudden I felt totally wasted. It was almost like the other night, but not as bad. I don't even know what happened. I didn't even sing any songs, I just gave him the rest of my beer and I left. Stopped at Taco Bell, shoved my face full of nachos, and went to sleep. All of this was before midnight. I'm so strange. I think it has something to do with the medication I'm on because the label says it may cause drowsiness with alcohol, and that is exactly what is happening.
03 October 2006
Dooger Shoes
What an interesting weekend I had with GG. Such good fun. We'll be doing it again this weekend, I hope!
So about Sunday night... woah. GG and I had gone over to Eldo's after eating some ribs and stuff and watching SVU. I had one Bloody Mary and three Bud Lights, sang a couple of songs, and headed over to Brewstirs in the Continent to meet up with D*Martin and Dooger. I got there and bought some shots for me, D*Martin, Cat, and Roch. I was drinking vodka and grapefruit juice, cuz I had surprised GG with one earlier and was in the mood for it. I bought another shot for me and D*Martin later on. I was talking with Aerosmith guy, and Roch, and having a super wonderful time. All my friends were there and it was so awesome! Then, all of a sudden, I was completely wasted. I have no idea what even happened to set me over the edge, but it was almost like I had been sleeping and woke up to find myself being led to the bathroom by Roch. I don't remember feeling like I was going to yak, but apparently I needed to, because I did. Roch was nice enough to take care of me, like I mentioned yesterday. Then we headed back over to where everyone was standing, and Dooger had his arm around me to hold me up. Then, I was on the floor, and Dooger was on top of me. I was laughing. Now I have a huge bruise on my hip! I took the poor guy down with me, but he was a great sport about it. We went up to his place, next to the bar, and I guess we were trying to bang but I don't really remember that well. I was in the bed and then I decided I had to yak. I went to the bathroom and as I'm hanging over the toiley all I can think of is how dirty it is. That was when I lost my bra and my shirt (which ended up being like in the tub or something.) I was crying for him to take me home so I could yak in my own toiley, so he did. I didn't yak when we got home, I was actually feeling a little better, and I just went to sleep. Apparently we had some sex, but I really don't remember that much.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel that bad yesterday. I was mostly just tired. I worked all day, then went to Kroger and bought some soup and bread and dryer sheets. I also stopped at Blockbuster and rented The Family Stone which was an alright movie. Not wonderful, not terrible, just kinda there. I ate some grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner, watched Jeopardy, which is the kids edition this week, and then watched the DVD. After that I watched some Family Guy and something else, and decided to go to bed. I stopped by the computer on my way to bed and played on MySpace for a little bit, and then SL called. I talked to him for awhile, but I was so tired that it was only about an hour or so. I finally fell asleep around one a.m. I think. I had been talking to D*Martin on text message and he said Dooger had left karaoke already, and I was relieved when he didn't show up because I was so tired. Then at 2:54 a.m. he knocked on my door. Sheesh. He had been calling and I didn't wake up from the ringing, but I did wake up from the knocking. We sat on the couch and talked for awhile, he smoked some pot which made me feel even sleepier, and then he decided he wanted some White Castle. He had eaten an eighth of 'shrooms all by himself, and was trying to get higher... yeah... whatever. So he left to go get some food, and I left the door unlocked for him to come back. At 4:45 a.m. he woke me up after having been gone almost an hour and said he was going home. He had gone to Whitey's and come back to my house only to tell me he was going home, which I thought was sweet of him. Especially since I would have hated leaving the door open all night! And he brought me a breakfast sandwich to eat when I got up.
Dooger always has really nice shoes on. I noticed this last night. I'm not really sure what is going on with me and him... but it's okay, whatever it is.
So about Sunday night... woah. GG and I had gone over to Eldo's after eating some ribs and stuff and watching SVU. I had one Bloody Mary and three Bud Lights, sang a couple of songs, and headed over to Brewstirs in the Continent to meet up with D*Martin and Dooger. I got there and bought some shots for me, D*Martin, Cat, and Roch. I was drinking vodka and grapefruit juice, cuz I had surprised GG with one earlier and was in the mood for it. I bought another shot for me and D*Martin later on. I was talking with Aerosmith guy, and Roch, and having a super wonderful time. All my friends were there and it was so awesome! Then, all of a sudden, I was completely wasted. I have no idea what even happened to set me over the edge, but it was almost like I had been sleeping and woke up to find myself being led to the bathroom by Roch. I don't remember feeling like I was going to yak, but apparently I needed to, because I did. Roch was nice enough to take care of me, like I mentioned yesterday. Then we headed back over to where everyone was standing, and Dooger had his arm around me to hold me up. Then, I was on the floor, and Dooger was on top of me. I was laughing. Now I have a huge bruise on my hip! I took the poor guy down with me, but he was a great sport about it. We went up to his place, next to the bar, and I guess we were trying to bang but I don't really remember that well. I was in the bed and then I decided I had to yak. I went to the bathroom and as I'm hanging over the toiley all I can think of is how dirty it is. That was when I lost my bra and my shirt (which ended up being like in the tub or something.) I was crying for him to take me home so I could yak in my own toiley, so he did. I didn't yak when we got home, I was actually feeling a little better, and I just went to sleep. Apparently we had some sex, but I really don't remember that much.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel that bad yesterday. I was mostly just tired. I worked all day, then went to Kroger and bought some soup and bread and dryer sheets. I also stopped at Blockbuster and rented The Family Stone which was an alright movie. Not wonderful, not terrible, just kinda there. I ate some grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner, watched Jeopardy, which is the kids edition this week, and then watched the DVD. After that I watched some Family Guy and something else, and decided to go to bed. I stopped by the computer on my way to bed and played on MySpace for a little bit, and then SL called. I talked to him for awhile, but I was so tired that it was only about an hour or so. I finally fell asleep around one a.m. I think. I had been talking to D*Martin on text message and he said Dooger had left karaoke already, and I was relieved when he didn't show up because I was so tired. Then at 2:54 a.m. he knocked on my door. Sheesh. He had been calling and I didn't wake up from the ringing, but I did wake up from the knocking. We sat on the couch and talked for awhile, he smoked some pot which made me feel even sleepier, and then he decided he wanted some White Castle. He had eaten an eighth of 'shrooms all by himself, and was trying to get higher... yeah... whatever. So he left to go get some food, and I left the door unlocked for him to come back. At 4:45 a.m. he woke me up after having been gone almost an hour and said he was going home. He had gone to Whitey's and come back to my house only to tell me he was going home, which I thought was sweet of him. Especially since I would have hated leaving the door open all night! And he brought me a breakfast sandwich to eat when I got up.
Dooger always has really nice shoes on. I noticed this last night. I'm not really sure what is going on with me and him... but it's okay, whatever it is.
02 October 2006
About last night...
I was wasted. Sorry.
Big thanks to Roch and whoever else helped me, but mostly her. Thanks for holding my hair while I yakked.
I suppose I should explain that I barely ate anything yesterday. I had one rib, some potato salad, and some fried rice. Then I went and drank beers and poured vodka down my throat. Not good. I lost my bra and my shirt at Dooger's house. Christ I was wasted.
Big thanks to Roch and whoever else helped me, but mostly her. Thanks for holding my hair while I yakked.
I suppose I should explain that I barely ate anything yesterday. I had one rib, some potato salad, and some fried rice. Then I went and drank beers and poured vodka down my throat. Not good. I lost my bra and my shirt at Dooger's house. Christ I was wasted.
01 October 2006
Money Money Money Money!
Couldn't think of a better title.
Friday, KP and I went to the House of Japan for dinner. We had 8pm reservations. We still had to wait when we got there though, so we sat at the bar for a drink. I had a vodka and grapefruit and she had Crown and grapefruit. Hers was nasty, I had to admit. Then again, I'm not a huge fan of Crown. I'm far too white. Ha.
We finally sat down at our table, and by this point we were both starving and excited all at once. The meal was AWESOME. It was an interesting set up, the table, which was eight people all together. Two on either end and four on one side. So it was another couple and four folks who apparently were friends, and worked out quite well. The meal was a lot of courses! First they served us some mushroom soup, which was broth, green onions, and mushrooms, kinda like wonton but without the wontons, haha. Then there was salad, which was some sort of strange delicious dressing, bacon bits (!) and lettuce. After that the fun began. Oh I forgot to mention our gigantic drink, the Mt. Fuji. It was some sort of rum & juice drink, very very huge, in a big cup with a flame in the middle of it! It stayed on fire for like 15 minutes too! And they gave us two long straws to share it. Anyway, then our chef came out. He was an asian guy, not all the chefs were, and he was funny. Young guy too. He did the tricks like flipping an egg into his hat, flipping a shrimp into his pocket, and of course there were some fire tricks on the grill. It was awesome. We had shrimp, lobster, chicken, filet mignon, veggies, and fried rice. KP got some egg sauce pancake stuff on all her food, but I didn't like it. Oh shoot, I forgot to mention that we had sushi too! Octopus, which was delicious, and Sea Urchin which tasted good but I didn't like it because the texture was mushy. We were there for about two hours, and it was so fun. KP hadn't slept the night before, so I dropped her off and went home and watched TV. I'm so exciting.
Saturday I hung out with GG, as you can see from my previous post! We went to Jersey Mike's and got some subs, and it was, as always, delicious. Then we were looking for something to do, but there was nothing cheap and it was raining, so we couldn't even take Wendell to the park. We ended up driving around Columbus for a little while, and then headed back to her house. We chilled in her room and talked for a long time, then went out and watched the end of the Busch series race with TG and DG. After the race TG and DG left for a little while, and GG and I ate the tastiest chicken wings ever, from Kroger. The OSU vs Iowa game was on at 8pm, so we watched about half of the 1st quarter, when TG informed us that we were out of beer. GG and I headed to Kroger and got so much beer, and some brownies. When we got back, OSU was kicking ass! Yeah! We watched the game and talked and had so much fun. It was probably the most relaxing fun day I have had in a long time. We talked about so many different things, and it was sometimes funny and sometimes serious and sometimes sad but it was such good conversation. I had such a wonderful day.
Today I was maybe going to go with Dooger and his kid to Magic Mountain, but he hasn't called me yet so it probably won't happen. Later I will most likely go to GG's for ribs and potatoes, and then she and I are going over to Eldo's for a little bit. I have to meet up with D*Martin and Dooger at Brewstir's later after that, so I have a busy night ahead of me!
Friday, KP and I went to the House of Japan for dinner. We had 8pm reservations. We still had to wait when we got there though, so we sat at the bar for a drink. I had a vodka and grapefruit and she had Crown and grapefruit. Hers was nasty, I had to admit. Then again, I'm not a huge fan of Crown. I'm far too white. Ha.
We finally sat down at our table, and by this point we were both starving and excited all at once. The meal was AWESOME. It was an interesting set up, the table, which was eight people all together. Two on either end and four on one side. So it was another couple and four folks who apparently were friends, and worked out quite well. The meal was a lot of courses! First they served us some mushroom soup, which was broth, green onions, and mushrooms, kinda like wonton but without the wontons, haha. Then there was salad, which was some sort of strange delicious dressing, bacon bits (!) and lettuce. After that the fun began. Oh I forgot to mention our gigantic drink, the Mt. Fuji. It was some sort of rum & juice drink, very very huge, in a big cup with a flame in the middle of it! It stayed on fire for like 15 minutes too! And they gave us two long straws to share it. Anyway, then our chef came out. He was an asian guy, not all the chefs were, and he was funny. Young guy too. He did the tricks like flipping an egg into his hat, flipping a shrimp into his pocket, and of course there were some fire tricks on the grill. It was awesome. We had shrimp, lobster, chicken, filet mignon, veggies, and fried rice. KP got some egg sauce pancake stuff on all her food, but I didn't like it. Oh shoot, I forgot to mention that we had sushi too! Octopus, which was delicious, and Sea Urchin which tasted good but I didn't like it because the texture was mushy. We were there for about two hours, and it was so fun. KP hadn't slept the night before, so I dropped her off and went home and watched TV. I'm so exciting.
Saturday I hung out with GG, as you can see from my previous post! We went to Jersey Mike's and got some subs, and it was, as always, delicious. Then we were looking for something to do, but there was nothing cheap and it was raining, so we couldn't even take Wendell to the park. We ended up driving around Columbus for a little while, and then headed back to her house. We chilled in her room and talked for a long time, then went out and watched the end of the Busch series race with TG and DG. After the race TG and DG left for a little while, and GG and I ate the tastiest chicken wings ever, from Kroger. The OSU vs Iowa game was on at 8pm, so we watched about half of the 1st quarter, when TG informed us that we were out of beer. GG and I headed to Kroger and got so much beer, and some brownies. When we got back, OSU was kicking ass! Yeah! We watched the game and talked and had so much fun. It was probably the most relaxing fun day I have had in a long time. We talked about so many different things, and it was sometimes funny and sometimes serious and sometimes sad but it was such good conversation. I had such a wonderful day.
Today I was maybe going to go with Dooger and his kid to Magic Mountain, but he hasn't called me yet so it probably won't happen. Later I will most likely go to GG's for ribs and potatoes, and then she and I are going over to Eldo's for a little bit. I have to meet up with D*Martin and Dooger at Brewstir's later after that, so I have a busy night ahead of me!
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