The other night, I had another strange dream. This time I blame it on Dean Koontz's book, Eyes of Darkness. It's a very scary book that produced a very scary dream.
I dreamt that I was driving a school bus alone in the middle of the woods. Suddenly a huge monster dog leapt out into the middle of the road, and I had to swerve to avoid it and nearly ran off the road. For some reason I felt the need to pull over and go search for the dog. I got off the bus and started looking around when the damn thing jumped me and started mauling me right there on the side of the road. TB from work drove by and slowed down, but he didn't stop. The scene faded to black and when it came back on I was totally mangled and driving the bus. I think the monster dog may have been tied to the back of the bus, but I'm not positive. I stopped at the next rest stop and walked in to clean myself up. The Avon lady was there.
Crazy fucking shit man.
I'm not sure when my last actual post was, but let me give you a quick update on this week:
1. Sunday - frickin' sweet man. SL worked 1-9pm so I hung out w/GG. We chilled at my house and she got to see the kittens (I suppose I should call them cats now) and it was great. They didn't really like Wendell all that much, but by the end of the two-ish hours that she was over, the kittens were inching towards her and sniffing her gigantic dog feet. It was cute. Oh, I should also mention that Wendell's huge tail knocked over GG's margarita (there was only like 2 sips left) right into her lap and I washed her clothes for her. It was swell. Later, SL and I went to karaoke at Eldo's. It was so much fun, probably the most fun I've had in a really long time. Dooger was there and he was being so cool, and bought all of us like three or four shots. G-Lick and Syn and Dn were there, and it was just awesome. This hot chick, Tif, came over and was talking to me. That was pretty cool. After karaoke we headed to Hounddogs, which was me, SL, Moose, D*Martin, Lode (BR's girlfriend), Tif, and that's it. Some lesbians were outside and they signed my tits (pics to follow.) I showed the signatures to everyone in the bar, met this really super model-hot Italian/Greek guy who was a giant asshole. But he was hot. Ha. He had a greek friend who was a medic in the army. That guy was also an asshole. Goddamn it. I told this one boy he looked like a mini Henry Rollins, this other kid that he was totally emo. Finally we went home, after dropping Tif and D*Martin back at their cars at Eldo's. What a wonderful evening.
2. Monday - woke up with the worst migraine. I honestly don't think it had anything to do with drinking because it didn't feel like a hangover headache. Slept a lot all day, then SL came home from work. I made... something for dinner. I don't remember what. I think it was roast chicken and green bean casserole. After dinner we watched Wife Swap and SuperNanny (woo-hoo!) and then (drumroll please)... Debbie Does Dallas! Oh man, that movie was awesome. It wasn't what I expected it to be... not sure what I was expecting but this was not it! I loved it though. Good movie, for being a 70's porno. Oh yeah. Then it was off to the Lion's Den to buy a new vibrator since the old one broke. I figured that we would just get another Silver Bullit, however, for $2 more we got a latex bump covered "egg" which, I should say, it fucking insane. No correlation between old porn and adult store. Just in case you wondered.
3. Tuesday - Brewstir's in Clintonville. My favorite place. Played trivia, hung out w/The Sir, had a generally great time. SB and NB showed up, SB still wants to bang me of course (aah, to be wanted) but I showed him the pretty ring SL got me and he backed off. NB said he wants to get w/me still but he's glad to see me happy. That was good. We had a really really fun time on Tuesday, too.
4. Wednesday - Hmmm... what did we do Wednesday... oh yeah, I remember. We went to Easton because I wanted to walk outside and SL had never been there. We walked around almost the whole place for two hours. Stopped at Trader Joe's and got some Italian Orange Soda, which was delicious! We had fun just walking around and that was cool. Zara called for me to go to her show but I wasn't in a karaoke/bar mood, and incidentally I ended up falling asleep in the chair with Sheeba. Pics to follow.
5. Thursday - Oh hell yes. SL got paid!! We went to Dave & Buster's, and that was so much fun I almost couldn't believe it. For $54 including tip we had 2 Cherry Cokes, 1 Fried Shrimp and Fries, 1 BBQ ribs and Chicken with Mashed Potatoes, 1 Spinach Artichoke Dip, and 2 $10 Power Cards for playing games. We won 278 coupons playing Skee-Ball and this horse race game, and for 275 coupons we got a little tiny blue glass ashtray. SL loved Dave & Buster's, he had never been there, and I remembered how much I love it. After D&B we headed to Gordy's for karaoke. Dooger was there, and we chilled with him for most of the time. Buckets of 6 Beers were only $9 so we got 2 and split a 3rd with Dooger. That was so fun also. There were some hookers there (ha, not real ones) and they were drunk as fuck and very annoying. The blonde one was nicer than the dark haired one. They had their ass cracks pierced - I am not kidding. There was a kid there, Russ, and he was nice. I knew him once before, when he came to my house in 2002 selling magazines. I remembered him specifically because he gave me a little sign to stick on my door for the other magaziners that said "Russ was already here." It was so strange to run into him... I have this great thing where I can remember everyone's face. Strange though. We closed the bar down, and went home where SL ate his D&B left overs and I had green bean casserole. WARNING: DO NOT EAT GBC WHEN YOU ARE DRUNK. I thought I was going to yak immediately after I took the last bite. Oh Jesus, it was tragic. I spent most of the night hung over the toilet, even though I never actually puked. I hate that feeling, and I kept willing myself to yak (usually the smell of toilet water is enough, but nooooo!) and seriously considered sticking my finger down my throat to get it over with. Eventually, I fell asleep. Yikes.
I had a great week. I am very happy lately because SL is finally working and getting paid and its just awesome. We aren't fighting so much anymore, in fact I think we've only had like one major fight in the last two weeks. This can be proof to my husband that the marriage failing was all his fault because he never worked, always drank, and then started sucking cock. Oh yeah.
My hands are very dry today but they are also very smooth. This confuses me.
05 May 2006
Me and Sheeba
One lesbian signature
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The lesbians.30 April 2006
I Should Write a Book.
Last night, strange dream. Yes.
I was at my (ex, now) boyfriend (little) Tony's father's house. It was some sort of celebration, because his grandparents were there, his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. I knew all these people in the dream like I did in real life, only there were some people I didn't know. We we sitting at a long picnic table, about twice the size of a normal one, and there was a huge feast laid out. As we were eating, this little girl came up to me and said she wanted me to help her in the bathroom because she was scared to go alone. I took her inside the house (actually Tony's dad's house, an old farmhouse) and upstairs to the bathroom. I let her go in by herself, and while I was waiting I heard screams outside. I looked to the window, and the picnic table was being dive-bombed by birds. I heard the door open behind me, and looked to see {insert girl's name here}- only it wasn't her. There was only a cat mushing up against my legs... and then the cat spoke and it was the girl. I locked the cat/girl in a bedroom and ran downstairs to get the grandma. Everyone was inside now because of the birds, so I just snuck granny upstairs and on the way, told her my problem. She laughed and said, "It happens sometimes" and said she would have a talk with the girl. I looked out the window and saw some boys getting chased by birds, so I yelled for them to come in. I went downstairs and looked at everyone's somber faces. I asked what was up, because it wasn't really a big deal, and someone told me that the birds were birds of death for the children and once the birds showed up the children were bound to remain in their animal forms forever, or at least until the wizard arrived, which could be years. I was stunned. The only thing that could bring a wizard was The Great Snowfall, and granny was the only one who could make it, but her powers were weakening with age. Suddenly, there was a lot of clumping upstairs and someone yelled, "Elsie!" We heard granny say she had turned into a cow. One of the boys had turned into a hawk, and he was just sitting there perched on the back of an armchair. Then, someone screamed. Expecting to see another child turned animal, we ran to the window and looked out where she was looking. The ground was covered with snow, at least 4 feet deep, the trees which had been lush and green just minutes before were now barren and covered in ice. There was a bright light up in the sky which I thought was the sun, but someone said it was the wizard on his way. Just as he started to come into form, I woke up.
Christ. You would think I take acid for a living.
I was at my (ex, now) boyfriend (little) Tony's father's house. It was some sort of celebration, because his grandparents were there, his cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. I knew all these people in the dream like I did in real life, only there were some people I didn't know. We we sitting at a long picnic table, about twice the size of a normal one, and there was a huge feast laid out. As we were eating, this little girl came up to me and said she wanted me to help her in the bathroom because she was scared to go alone. I took her inside the house (actually Tony's dad's house, an old farmhouse) and upstairs to the bathroom. I let her go in by herself, and while I was waiting I heard screams outside. I looked to the window, and the picnic table was being dive-bombed by birds. I heard the door open behind me, and looked to see {insert girl's name here}- only it wasn't her. There was only a cat mushing up against my legs... and then the cat spoke and it was the girl. I locked the cat/girl in a bedroom and ran downstairs to get the grandma. Everyone was inside now because of the birds, so I just snuck granny upstairs and on the way, told her my problem. She laughed and said, "It happens sometimes" and said she would have a talk with the girl. I looked out the window and saw some boys getting chased by birds, so I yelled for them to come in. I went downstairs and looked at everyone's somber faces. I asked what was up, because it wasn't really a big deal, and someone told me that the birds were birds of death for the children and once the birds showed up the children were bound to remain in their animal forms forever, or at least until the wizard arrived, which could be years. I was stunned. The only thing that could bring a wizard was The Great Snowfall, and granny was the only one who could make it, but her powers were weakening with age. Suddenly, there was a lot of clumping upstairs and someone yelled, "Elsie!" We heard granny say she had turned into a cow. One of the boys had turned into a hawk, and he was just sitting there perched on the back of an armchair. Then, someone screamed. Expecting to see another child turned animal, we ran to the window and looked out where she was looking. The ground was covered with snow, at least 4 feet deep, the trees which had been lush and green just minutes before were now barren and covered in ice. There was a bright light up in the sky which I thought was the sun, but someone said it was the wizard on his way. Just as he started to come into form, I woke up.
Christ. You would think I take acid for a living.
26 April 2006
The Sweet Smell of Ether
I got a forward the other day that really made me laugh out loud. This was one of the "watch out girls it's happening all over the US" kind of forwards that warns females of the impending doom awaiting them outside their local shopping mall or grocery store. It said that there are cases where a couple of guys would approach a lady, using the line that they are marketing a new brand of perfume. These evildoers have a paper for the woman to sniff, to sample the perfume scent if you will, but *shock* the paper does not have a sample of perfume on it - it's soaked in ether and one sniff will make you pass out and they will take your wallet and your purse and possibly rape and kill you.
Ok.
I used to do a lot of cocaine, as you all know, and I must tell you that if one sniff of ether makes someone pass out, I wouldn't have become an addict. Cocaine is generally cut with ether (it's what makes the coke taste kinda bitey) or kerosene (that's why sometimes it will have a yellowish tint to it), at least the coke I usually did was cut with either of those two. It takes a lot (not as much you'd think) of ether, about 18 mililiters per one gram of cocaine (not an actual figure, just an estimate) to make a good cut. Not that I would know, I just looked up my info on Google. It just makes me think of how pathetic these forwards are, and I'd like to know who the bastard is that writes them and sends them out in the first place. Whoever it is should be shot - not shot to be killed but shot like in the leg or something so they will learn their lesson. Yes, their lesson.
On a more interesting note, I had the strangest dream the other night. It tops the most recent ones even. I dreamt that I was dressed up like a fairy, and I was 100 lbs lighter. I was trying to get into this store, but they were closed, so I tried to break in because apparently I really really needed something. My attempt was unsuccessful, so I ran away. I realised the security guards were chasing me, so I cut off into some woods and found a large house in the middle of a clearing. There was a driveway and gravel and stuff, and cars, so I knew it wasn't abandoned. I climbed up the drainpipe and heard the security guards behind me. I had nowhere to hide because the roof was wide open of course, so I slinked (slunk?) over to this ledge that was about four stories off the ground. It had decorative gargoyles on it so I just laid on my side in a pose to try and blend in. Suddenly the guards are in the driveway and yelling for me. Who should come out of the house but SS. She looks different than in real life, younger and a little bit heavier (not fat just less bony and boyish) and her hair is more blonde. She talks to the guards and says she hasn't seen anyone, meanwhile I'm having a cow because I'm afraid that any second now I will fall off this skinny ass ledge. The guards finally leave and she goes back into the house. I somehow get down, and she's waiting right there at the bottom for me. She doesn't recognize me at all! We go into the house and she gets me a Pepsi, and for some reason decides to give me a tour of this gigantic house. We walk all over the place, and I tell you what this house is over five thousand square feet. It started out as a tiny farmhouse, but over the years about seven additions have been put on. Regardless, the whole place is falling apart. The carpet is worn down, the walls have holes, there are beams in the ceiling that are exposed and not in the rustic lodge kind of way either. We go up to the attic where her old craggly grandmother (in real life I don't even know if her grandmother is alive) is playing on the internet, games, chat rooms, etc. Apparently the grandma never goes downstairs and leaves through the window, using the ledge that I was leaning on as a walkway. It was nuts. SS and I go back downstairs to a sort of living room area, and her dad and mom come in (not her real life parents just dream parents.) They are dressed up for a costume party, and the dad is going as an elderly mall walker on Viagra (complete with inflatible erection) and the mom is going as Mother Earth. It was absolutely ridiculous. Jms comes in and looks at me funny, and swears he's seen me somewhere before, eventually deciding that he probably knew me when he lived in Florida. I'm trying to keep a straight face through all of this because SS is being so nice to me, not even realising that it's actually me but one hundred pounds thinner.
I woke up feelings weird but with more motivation to lose this damn weight.
Last night SL and I went to karaoke, and it was so fun. The Rumplemintz girls were there and we each had two free shots and got some free light up shot glasses. That was awesome. We played trivia and I did so great! I was so proud of myself because usually I suck at trivia. But I rocked. I sang awesomely too. I just love going out and having fun. We got in a stupid fight when we got home, over fucking pizza of all things, but the main reason why I was irritated with him is because now that I know he's not from Italy, it really grates on my nerves when he acts like he's the end all be all of Italian anything. Mozzerella isn't pronounced "Mots-er-el-ah" it's "Mootz-er-ell" because "that's how he was raised." I guess it's just hard for me to believe. We were talking about school lunch (I have no idea why) and how the pizza is rectangular. He called it Sicilian style. I told him he was full of shit, because it's simply dough with tomatoes and cheese and pepperoni cubes. It's barely pizza at all, let alone Sicilian style. Then he said Sicilian means spicy sauce or something like that. I said, again, full of shit because school pizza sauce had barely any flavor. Then he just started in like he usually does about how he knows everything about everything even remotely related to Italy/Italian things, and I just tried to fall asleep figuring he would ramble until he realised I was out. Unfortunately he asked me some questions and I answered, slurred because I had had about six beers and because I was falling asleep. Then he accused me of sounding like SS's neice so I literally kicked him out of the bed and made him sleep downstairs. Everything is fine today. It was just a stupid retarded fight, but it wouldn't have even meant anything if he hadn't said one of the meanest things he could ever say. I'm not a hillbilly, I'm not illiterate, I don't have poor grammar and spelling - I'm nothing like that family and it really hurt that he would even think it, let alone say it. Oh well, I'm over it. It's not like I haven't said mean things before, but damn that was hurtful.
SL finally started his job on Monday, I'm so happy. He gets to wear a white coat and a nametag! I'm so so so thrilled. It will mean an extra $1,000+ a month for the next couple months until he completes the certification, and after that it will probably be more like $3,000 or more per month. This is just great. I can tell he likes the job too. He seems to be happier, and I know I am, because now he's contributing to the household. Congratulations SL!
Over the weekend SL and I had to go to these lame demonstrations, but it was worth it because in return we recieved two free, all-expenses paid (except airfare and some tax) trips to the Bahamas, Dominican Republic, and/or Mexico, and one 35mm Kodak camera with a lifetime supply of free film with discounted developing rates. It fucking rocks. Now we just have to save up like $2,500! Ha. We have one year to use the one vacation and the other one never expires. Hell fucking yeah bitches.
Saturday SL and I went to the mall and stopped at Ashcroft & Oak because they had all these balloons and stuff out front. I saw a beautiful ring that I wanted for only $99 (normally like $159 or something) and SL bought it for me. He also bought himself a chain and a little white gold cross. Yippy! Don't worry, he used his store credit card, not some money that we could have spent on something better! We picked up my ring this evening and it's beautiful. White gold band with a small flower in the middle, with Amethyst petals and a blue topaz center. I love it. Just like I love SL, no matter how many fights we get in.
Speaking of, I better finish up because he was in here a minute ago sitting next to me and I hate when people sit/stand behind me when I type/read/etc. and I asked him for some privacy so he's probably pouting in the bedroom. Oh well. *wink*
Ok.
I used to do a lot of cocaine, as you all know, and I must tell you that if one sniff of ether makes someone pass out, I wouldn't have become an addict. Cocaine is generally cut with ether (it's what makes the coke taste kinda bitey) or kerosene (that's why sometimes it will have a yellowish tint to it), at least the coke I usually did was cut with either of those two. It takes a lot (not as much you'd think) of ether, about 18 mililiters per one gram of cocaine (not an actual figure, just an estimate) to make a good cut. Not that I would know, I just looked up my info on Google. It just makes me think of how pathetic these forwards are, and I'd like to know who the bastard is that writes them and sends them out in the first place. Whoever it is should be shot - not shot to be killed but shot like in the leg or something so they will learn their lesson. Yes, their lesson.
On a more interesting note, I had the strangest dream the other night. It tops the most recent ones even. I dreamt that I was dressed up like a fairy, and I was 100 lbs lighter. I was trying to get into this store, but they were closed, so I tried to break in because apparently I really really needed something. My attempt was unsuccessful, so I ran away. I realised the security guards were chasing me, so I cut off into some woods and found a large house in the middle of a clearing. There was a driveway and gravel and stuff, and cars, so I knew it wasn't abandoned. I climbed up the drainpipe and heard the security guards behind me. I had nowhere to hide because the roof was wide open of course, so I slinked (slunk?) over to this ledge that was about four stories off the ground. It had decorative gargoyles on it so I just laid on my side in a pose to try and blend in. Suddenly the guards are in the driveway and yelling for me. Who should come out of the house but SS. She looks different than in real life, younger and a little bit heavier (not fat just less bony and boyish) and her hair is more blonde. She talks to the guards and says she hasn't seen anyone, meanwhile I'm having a cow because I'm afraid that any second now I will fall off this skinny ass ledge. The guards finally leave and she goes back into the house. I somehow get down, and she's waiting right there at the bottom for me. She doesn't recognize me at all! We go into the house and she gets me a Pepsi, and for some reason decides to give me a tour of this gigantic house. We walk all over the place, and I tell you what this house is over five thousand square feet. It started out as a tiny farmhouse, but over the years about seven additions have been put on. Regardless, the whole place is falling apart. The carpet is worn down, the walls have holes, there are beams in the ceiling that are exposed and not in the rustic lodge kind of way either. We go up to the attic where her old craggly grandmother (in real life I don't even know if her grandmother is alive) is playing on the internet, games, chat rooms, etc. Apparently the grandma never goes downstairs and leaves through the window, using the ledge that I was leaning on as a walkway. It was nuts. SS and I go back downstairs to a sort of living room area, and her dad and mom come in (not her real life parents just dream parents.) They are dressed up for a costume party, and the dad is going as an elderly mall walker on Viagra (complete with inflatible erection) and the mom is going as Mother Earth. It was absolutely ridiculous. Jms comes in and looks at me funny, and swears he's seen me somewhere before, eventually deciding that he probably knew me when he lived in Florida. I'm trying to keep a straight face through all of this because SS is being so nice to me, not even realising that it's actually me but one hundred pounds thinner.
I woke up feelings weird but with more motivation to lose this damn weight.
Last night SL and I went to karaoke, and it was so fun. The Rumplemintz girls were there and we each had two free shots and got some free light up shot glasses. That was awesome. We played trivia and I did so great! I was so proud of myself because usually I suck at trivia. But I rocked. I sang awesomely too. I just love going out and having fun. We got in a stupid fight when we got home, over fucking pizza of all things, but the main reason why I was irritated with him is because now that I know he's not from Italy, it really grates on my nerves when he acts like he's the end all be all of Italian anything. Mozzerella isn't pronounced "Mots-er-el-ah" it's "Mootz-er-ell" because "that's how he was raised." I guess it's just hard for me to believe. We were talking about school lunch (I have no idea why) and how the pizza is rectangular. He called it Sicilian style. I told him he was full of shit, because it's simply dough with tomatoes and cheese and pepperoni cubes. It's barely pizza at all, let alone Sicilian style. Then he said Sicilian means spicy sauce or something like that. I said, again, full of shit because school pizza sauce had barely any flavor. Then he just started in like he usually does about how he knows everything about everything even remotely related to Italy/Italian things, and I just tried to fall asleep figuring he would ramble until he realised I was out. Unfortunately he asked me some questions and I answered, slurred because I had had about six beers and because I was falling asleep. Then he accused me of sounding like SS's neice so I literally kicked him out of the bed and made him sleep downstairs. Everything is fine today. It was just a stupid retarded fight, but it wouldn't have even meant anything if he hadn't said one of the meanest things he could ever say. I'm not a hillbilly, I'm not illiterate, I don't have poor grammar and spelling - I'm nothing like that family and it really hurt that he would even think it, let alone say it. Oh well, I'm over it. It's not like I haven't said mean things before, but damn that was hurtful.
SL finally started his job on Monday, I'm so happy. He gets to wear a white coat and a nametag! I'm so so so thrilled. It will mean an extra $1,000+ a month for the next couple months until he completes the certification, and after that it will probably be more like $3,000 or more per month. This is just great. I can tell he likes the job too. He seems to be happier, and I know I am, because now he's contributing to the household. Congratulations SL!
Over the weekend SL and I had to go to these lame demonstrations, but it was worth it because in return we recieved two free, all-expenses paid (except airfare and some tax) trips to the Bahamas, Dominican Republic, and/or Mexico, and one 35mm Kodak camera with a lifetime supply of free film with discounted developing rates. It fucking rocks. Now we just have to save up like $2,500! Ha. We have one year to use the one vacation and the other one never expires. Hell fucking yeah bitches.
Saturday SL and I went to the mall and stopped at Ashcroft & Oak because they had all these balloons and stuff out front. I saw a beautiful ring that I wanted for only $99 (normally like $159 or something) and SL bought it for me. He also bought himself a chain and a little white gold cross. Yippy! Don't worry, he used his store credit card, not some money that we could have spent on something better! We picked up my ring this evening and it's beautiful. White gold band with a small flower in the middle, with Amethyst petals and a blue topaz center. I love it. Just like I love SL, no matter how many fights we get in.
Speaking of, I better finish up because he was in here a minute ago sitting next to me and I hate when people sit/stand behind me when I type/read/etc. and I asked him for some privacy so he's probably pouting in the bedroom. Oh well. *wink*
20 April 2006
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Oh Yeah!
New pics and a super-swell updated format. Clicky clicky.
Pics of Easter, pics of Bark in the Park, pics of SL and me... lots of new pics!!
Pics of Easter, pics of Bark in the Park, pics of SL and me... lots of new pics!!
Happy Easter / Passover
I had Friday off, which was just swell. SL and I went to Long John Silver's for lunch and it was fucking wonderful. Yes, fucking. I haven't eaten there in about twenty years, literally, and I was absolutely thrilled. And only 15 points! Usually 15 points would be a lot for lunch, but 1) heck no, not for fast food (one McDonald's fish sandwich is 13 points not including fries or anything else) and 2) it was Good Friday so that meant no snacking henceforth larger meals were in order. Oh yes.
We had my tires rotated and balanced, went to Auto Zone, and then SL changed the oil. He's great. After all this exciting spending money time, we headed over to my parent's house for some mac'n'cheese and Easter celebrations. Actually they just gave me my basket and SL his gift certificate from the Easter Bunny so we wouldn't have to do it in Cleveland.
Saturday I was going to get my hair done, but since I had to get my tires done, I got my nails done instead (slightly confusing, sorry! Hair = $50, but tires = $22 so nails {$30} is the difference... or something... haha...) I was the only white girl in the shop, besides the asians who do the nails, and that was a little weird because usually there are no black girls. Not that I care, I'm just not used to it! They had the music turned up and there were some loud people there, but it was fun. And my nails look pretty. But before I got my nails done, we cleaned all day long, and I got both bathrooms done and sparkling. We still have to dust, vaccuum, and pick up random crap laying around, but for the most part the house is clean. The only shitty thing is, like I mentioned once before a long time ago, I will never have a really truly sparkling house because it's so old. There is 40 year old dust in the ducts and nooks and crannies. It's crappy but I have to deal with it. Maybe someday after everything gets settled and we have some money saved up, I can hire some nice girls to come in and scrub. I don't think it's terribly expensive, and I just need it once or twice to get the place really clean, using things I don't have access to like all those fancy products. Ha. Anyway!
Sunday we went to Cleveland to visit my gramma and my Uncle BK. It was pretty great, going to church at St. Barnabas (we love you truly) and then to J. Alexander's for dinner. I had NYO Mac'n'cheese and Prime Rib. They made it too rare (literally it was nasty) the first time so I had to send it back, but the second time it was perfect. A little too fatty, but I'm very picky! You're lucky I even eat steak! SJK got steak and fries, the greatest shoe-string fries ever, and I even dipped two in ketchup. Shocked my mother. This was the first time GMaP and Uncle BK ever met SL. My gramma loved him, she told me to keep him around. I said I would. We laughed so much at my GMaP's house because she kept telling the same story about me being little and riding all over the neighborhood on my Big Wheel and she had to take SJK in the Taylor Tot (aka stroller) to go find me. It was hilarious. We had a really wonderful time, I was so happy. It took a long time to get home because everyone and their brother was travelling Sunday evening, but that was okay. It rained a lot though, and I'm just tired of the rain. SL and I went to karaoke around 22:15 when we got home. Karaoke was great fun! Not so many people were there, and it was a different crowd, but I still had fun. We got White Castle afterwards, since we weren't counting points this day. We had a little fight at home then because of something pretty lame, but it was taken care of and everything is good now. SL and I both know what we have to work on. I'm not terribly concerned about all the fighting anymore because I have come to realise that it's probably just because we aren't used to being together for so long, and still getting used to living in the same space. By the way, Happy Five Month Anniversary to us on April 8th! Oh yeah!
On a completely unrelated note, and only because I think it HILARIOUS, click here for someone else who has a problem with cunts. *grin* Glad to know I'm not the only one. People are so dumb!!
We had my tires rotated and balanced, went to Auto Zone, and then SL changed the oil. He's great. After all this exciting spending money time, we headed over to my parent's house for some mac'n'cheese and Easter celebrations. Actually they just gave me my basket and SL his gift certificate from the Easter Bunny so we wouldn't have to do it in Cleveland.
Saturday I was going to get my hair done, but since I had to get my tires done, I got my nails done instead (slightly confusing, sorry! Hair = $50, but tires = $22 so nails {$30} is the difference... or something... haha...) I was the only white girl in the shop, besides the asians who do the nails, and that was a little weird because usually there are no black girls. Not that I care, I'm just not used to it! They had the music turned up and there were some loud people there, but it was fun. And my nails look pretty. But before I got my nails done, we cleaned all day long, and I got both bathrooms done and sparkling. We still have to dust, vaccuum, and pick up random crap laying around, but for the most part the house is clean. The only shitty thing is, like I mentioned once before a long time ago, I will never have a really truly sparkling house because it's so old. There is 40 year old dust in the ducts and nooks and crannies. It's crappy but I have to deal with it. Maybe someday after everything gets settled and we have some money saved up, I can hire some nice girls to come in and scrub. I don't think it's terribly expensive, and I just need it once or twice to get the place really clean, using things I don't have access to like all those fancy products. Ha. Anyway!
Sunday we went to Cleveland to visit my gramma and my Uncle BK. It was pretty great, going to church at St. Barnabas (we love you truly) and then to J. Alexander's for dinner. I had NYO Mac'n'cheese and Prime Rib. They made it too rare (literally it was nasty) the first time so I had to send it back, but the second time it was perfect. A little too fatty, but I'm very picky! You're lucky I even eat steak! SJK got steak and fries, the greatest shoe-string fries ever, and I even dipped two in ketchup. Shocked my mother. This was the first time GMaP and Uncle BK ever met SL. My gramma loved him, she told me to keep him around. I said I would. We laughed so much at my GMaP's house because she kept telling the same story about me being little and riding all over the neighborhood on my Big Wheel and she had to take SJK in the Taylor Tot (aka stroller) to go find me. It was hilarious. We had a really wonderful time, I was so happy. It took a long time to get home because everyone and their brother was travelling Sunday evening, but that was okay. It rained a lot though, and I'm just tired of the rain. SL and I went to karaoke around 22:15 when we got home. Karaoke was great fun! Not so many people were there, and it was a different crowd, but I still had fun. We got White Castle afterwards, since we weren't counting points this day. We had a little fight at home then because of something pretty lame, but it was taken care of and everything is good now. SL and I both know what we have to work on. I'm not terribly concerned about all the fighting anymore because I have come to realise that it's probably just because we aren't used to being together for so long, and still getting used to living in the same space. By the way, Happy Five Month Anniversary to us on April 8th! Oh yeah!
On a completely unrelated note, and only because I think it HILARIOUS, click here for someone else who has a problem with cunts. *grin* Glad to know I'm not the only one. People are so dumb!!
12 April 2006
You Expect Me to Act Like a Volvo
The song is "Play for Today" by the Cure, and I have yet to figure out what the line really says.
I'm incredibly bored so I'm going to make a list of 40 songs I like.
Yep, that was fun.
I'm incredibly bored so I'm going to make a list of 40 songs I like.
- Feel Good, Inc. - Gorillaz
- Twilight Garden - The Cure
- Tommy - The Who
- I'll be There - The Jackson Five
- Joey - Concrete Blonde
- At Last - Etta James
- See You at the Show - Nickelback
- Anything by Kid Rock (except American Badass, yuck!)
- Bed of Roses - Jon Bon Jovi
- Con Te Partiro - Andrea Bocelli
- Tu Vuo Fa La Americano - some Italian Guy
- Anything by Elton John
- Gangster's Paradise - Coolio
- Gin and Juice - Cleatus T. Judd
- Hotel California - The Eagles
- Anything by Eminem
- Jailhouse Rock - Elvis Presley
- I Just Wanna Dance with You - George Straight
- Horse with No Name - America
- Sister Christian - Night Ranger
- Runaway - Dell Shannon / Bonnie Raitt
- Anything by The Beatles
- I'm Horny - some "rap" girls or something
- Under the Water - Merrill Bainbridge
- Chantilly Lace - The Big Bopper
- Creepy goth techo jungle music
- Anything by Frank Sinatra
- Magic Man & Crazy on You - Heart
- The Sign - Ace of Base (Bass? Bace? I don't remember!)
- Waterfalls - TLC
- There's a Tear in My Beer - Hank Williams
- Anything by Eric Clapton
- Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx
- I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness
- Somebody Told Me - The Killers
- Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
- Soundtrack to RENT
- Whisky Lullaby - Brad Paisley & Allison Krauss
- Stay Together for the Kids - Blink 182
- Shoulda Been a Cowboy - Toby Keith
Yep, that was fun.
A Great Idea if I've Ever Heard One
Today Joe.My.God wrote this great post about what if life was like the Law & Order courtroom where you could be really nasty to someone and then just withdraw your comment. He gave awesome examples, you should go read it.
I think I'm going to employ that withdraw policy in my life for the next few days and see how it goes. I can picture it now... (if it would actually work...)
SL: "Let's have some sex."
Me: "No way you smell like a pile of garbage!"
SL: "I hate you."
Me: "Withdrawn."
SL: "Swell, let's get it on."
Hahahahahaha! SL doesn't really smell like garbage though, fyi.
I've decided that that is the next tattoo I'm going to get. Followed by water, fire, life/death, and a couple other ones. I might get the love/hate one also, the image that is my pic up there on the profile.
So yesterday SL and I had our first "live-in" real fight. It was pretty major, but we worked things out. I decided that I needed some "me time", so after dinner I went to Zuey's and talked to KL for a little bit, only stayed for about 45 minutes (2 beers.) Then I headed over to The Hot Spot, to see Zara and the Pirate and sing some karaoke (2 beers.) I was thinking about heading back to get SL but went to Brewstir's instead. NB and SB were there, so was The Sir, TomCat, GLick and D*Martin was running the show. SL was of course worried about me being there with SB, but it was all good. I didn't know for sure if he was going to be there or not when I went, but I wasn't concerned either way. I mostly hung out with NB and SB wandered around the whole time, occasionally stopping back to buy me a shot (2 shots.) It was a good night (4 beers.) I got home around one thirty, about an hour later than I told SL, but I had called him periodically throughout the night so it's not like he didn't know what was going on. I'm considerate like that. *grin*
When I got home we drank some rum and Sunny D, played on the internet a bit, and then watched the 2nd round of Jay Leno while laying in bed being silly. This was an amazing day because SL and I went from being at each other's throats to being happy. That's a good thing.
I think I'm going to employ that withdraw policy in my life for the next few days and see how it goes. I can picture it now... (if it would actually work...)
SL: "Let's have some sex."
Me: "No way you smell like a pile of garbage!"
SL: "I hate you."
Me: "Withdrawn."
SL: "Swell, let's get it on."
Hahahahahaha! SL doesn't really smell like garbage though, fyi.
I've decided that that is the next tattoo I'm going to get. Followed by water, fire, life/death, and a couple other ones. I might get the love/hate one also, the image that is my pic up there on the profile.
So yesterday SL and I had our first "live-in" real fight. It was pretty major, but we worked things out. I decided that I needed some "me time", so after dinner I went to Zuey's and talked to KL for a little bit, only stayed for about 45 minutes (2 beers.) Then I headed over to The Hot Spot, to see Zara and the Pirate and sing some karaoke (2 beers.) I was thinking about heading back to get SL but went to Brewstir's instead. NB and SB were there, so was The Sir, TomCat, GLick and D*Martin was running the show. SL was of course worried about me being there with SB, but it was all good. I didn't know for sure if he was going to be there or not when I went, but I wasn't concerned either way. I mostly hung out with NB and SB wandered around the whole time, occasionally stopping back to buy me a shot (2 shots.) It was a good night (4 beers.) I got home around one thirty, about an hour later than I told SL, but I had called him periodically throughout the night so it's not like he didn't know what was going on. I'm considerate like that. *grin*
When I got home we drank some rum and Sunny D, played on the internet a bit, and then watched the 2nd round of Jay Leno while laying in bed being silly. This was an amazing day because SL and I went from being at each other's throats to being happy. That's a good thing.
10 April 2006
For TD.
Well, what a weekend.
Friday, work was so boring. I spent most of the day waiting on a title that never arrived. WR asked me to come to his house that evening, and I was a little taken aback by it because we have never really hung out, other that those few times back in the day when we used to go to The Jerk. He said KR would be coming, a guy I know through WR, and maybe TD and JD. I was thrilled, so about 19:00 we left and drove way the fuck up to no-man's-land, aka Westerville, to WR's new house. It was raining cats and dogs, a phrase I'm not too keen on using, but it really was pouring! It wasn't too cold though, and that was good. WR gave me a tour, and his house is... opulent. It's very very nice, but I would never pay the price he did for that sized house. It's very clean and they did a great job decorating it, and it's brand new so everything is the way he wanted it... but still. I guess it's just not my style. If I made that kind of money I would get a neat old house and fix it up to be the way I wanted. Oh well. We had a great time there with WR and his fiancee, EM, and I felt special. I rarely get to hang out with people of the same class as myself (yes, that sounded egotistical but it's true) and even though hanging out with WR makes me feel really poor and shitty, he still invited me over because he likes me and that was good. EM made the best margaritas ever, and she taught SL how to make them (his were a bit strong, but pretty good), we had sushi and shrimp, and some great nacho dip stuff, and of course, lots of shots. It was a bit strange to do shots at someone's house, but still really fun.
WR and EM tuckered out pretty early (well early for me!), around eleven or midnight. We took TD and JD home, after stopping at Speedway to get some beer.
Oh man that reminds me. On the way up there, to WR's, I stopped at Speedway to get some Mike's and an energy drink. This asshole had parked half over the line for his parking spot, for no reason at all, and his tires were turned. So I pulled straight into my spot, which incidentally left him about 4.79 centimeters to open his door. I was in the shop getting my stuff and he walks in all huffy: "Does anyone in here own a red Mustang?!" and looks straight at me: "Is it you?!" So I say yes, and he says: "How in the hell do you expect me to get into my car when you parked s'damn close?!" So I say: "Wait until I'm done and next time think about parking between the lines." The cashier laughed and said he had been in several times that day and was just mean every time. He huffed about, said "What the fuck" and went out. Apparently his wife slid over and pulled the car out, leaving no marks on my door. I laughed so long on that one. Some people make life so difficult.
Anyway.
We went back to TD and JD's house and drank some more, I got a tour of their cutey little housey, and met Knowledge the Pit Bull. That was thrilling because I never saw a brown speckled (mottled?) pit bull before. She was cute, but I was way tipsy and for some reason thought this damn dog would listen to me. I'm a fool. We played Mad Gab, which was hella fun (it's so fun that there is no actual word for it) and TD even made some cool fries and cheese in the fry-daddy-baby-grampy-thing. Oh man that was awesome. We stayed until about 03:30, when they were falling asleep finally. We went home and crashed too.
Saturday SL and I got in a tiff because he was standing at the back door letting it hang open for a reason that I cannot understand, and Fox got out. He ran across the sidewalk and hid under a bush, and it only took a little bit to get him back in the house but I was still irritated. SL and I were supposed to go to Kroger but he didn't want to then because I was annoyed with him for letting the cat out by not paying attention. I went myself and bought some groceries, about $16 worth. Came home and did the laundry, watched TV, did all the dishes, and watched some more TV. The stupid fucking cats kept fighting, and it got to the point on Saturday evening that I had to leave because I couldn't stand the screaming and growling and the stank smell of kitten balls. Later in the evening I watched COPS and some other good shows, while SL was on the computer. He was on the computer almost all day. In fact, he's almost always on the computer. I made pizza at some point, pepperoni and mushroom, and it was superb. I didn't know I could make pizza, but apparently I rule.
Yesterday was SJK's birthday. I can't believe he's seventeen already, it makes me feel really old! Especially since my boyfriend is only 25 months older than my little brother. Yikes. We went to the Olive Garden, and it was pretty good. I'm still on my diet (yeah, I wish I could lose weight that fast) and I was worried about totally sabotaging it but they had a nutrition guide that worked out awesome. I even got to have cake! Yay! We went back to my parent's house after that where SJK opened his presents (a bunch of play clothes) and SL showed my dad something on the computer. Then SL and I went to the mall, walked around for about 40 minutes, and then they were closing so we headed over to Easton. I thought Easton was open later on Sunday becaues they have all the outside shops and the movie theatre, but I was wrong. I decided we should go to the dollar theatre then and see a movie, so we headed back over to the other side of town. SL made some comment about his gas station receipt needing to be burned because it had his name and last four of his credit card number on it. I told him that was ridiculous, no one is going to steal his identity. Then I made two jokes about how he walks in a zig-zag so nobody can trace his footsteps, and how he should sit lightly in the chair in the theatre just in case someone was going to decipher his ass print. I was joking but he didn't think I was and there was another fight. That one lasted all the way til this morning. Oh well.
I know that we fight a lot because I'm not very happy right now, what with MMA (of course) cancelling on my Friday (well, technically he just didn't call or show up like always), SL still not starting at CVS yet (that should be this week), among other things. It's so very irritating, and I feel like I'm carrying all the weight on my shoulders whereas he has no worries at all. I don't know. I'm just hoping it gets easier when he starts working because right now this is so reminiscent of my marriage that it's frankly feeling like something that isn't worth my time. I just have to be patient and remember that this isn't my marriage, I suppose.
So, don't even bother to say "I told you so" because nothing terrible has happened yet. Just because money is tight and we're irritated doesn't mean it's over. Every couple has fights and gets through them. We have a lot going on right now! I haven't lived with someone who was my spouse/boyfriend in two years, and SL never has. Plus he just moved 1,000 miles away from his family. It's not like this is an easy thing.
Late.
Friday, work was so boring. I spent most of the day waiting on a title that never arrived. WR asked me to come to his house that evening, and I was a little taken aback by it because we have never really hung out, other that those few times back in the day when we used to go to The Jerk. He said KR would be coming, a guy I know through WR, and maybe TD and JD. I was thrilled, so about 19:00 we left and drove way the fuck up to no-man's-land, aka Westerville, to WR's new house. It was raining cats and dogs, a phrase I'm not too keen on using, but it really was pouring! It wasn't too cold though, and that was good. WR gave me a tour, and his house is... opulent. It's very very nice, but I would never pay the price he did for that sized house. It's very clean and they did a great job decorating it, and it's brand new so everything is the way he wanted it... but still. I guess it's just not my style. If I made that kind of money I would get a neat old house and fix it up to be the way I wanted. Oh well. We had a great time there with WR and his fiancee, EM, and I felt special. I rarely get to hang out with people of the same class as myself (yes, that sounded egotistical but it's true) and even though hanging out with WR makes me feel really poor and shitty, he still invited me over because he likes me and that was good. EM made the best margaritas ever, and she taught SL how to make them (his were a bit strong, but pretty good), we had sushi and shrimp, and some great nacho dip stuff, and of course, lots of shots. It was a bit strange to do shots at someone's house, but still really fun.
WR and EM tuckered out pretty early (well early for me!), around eleven or midnight. We took TD and JD home, after stopping at Speedway to get some beer.
Oh man that reminds me. On the way up there, to WR's, I stopped at Speedway to get some Mike's and an energy drink. This asshole had parked half over the line for his parking spot, for no reason at all, and his tires were turned. So I pulled straight into my spot, which incidentally left him about 4.79 centimeters to open his door. I was in the shop getting my stuff and he walks in all huffy: "Does anyone in here own a red Mustang?!" and looks straight at me: "Is it you?!" So I say yes, and he says: "How in the hell do you expect me to get into my car when you parked s'damn close?!" So I say: "Wait until I'm done and next time think about parking between the lines." The cashier laughed and said he had been in several times that day and was just mean every time. He huffed about, said "What the fuck" and went out. Apparently his wife slid over and pulled the car out, leaving no marks on my door. I laughed so long on that one. Some people make life so difficult.
Anyway.
We went back to TD and JD's house and drank some more, I got a tour of their cutey little housey, and met Knowledge the Pit Bull. That was thrilling because I never saw a brown speckled (mottled?) pit bull before. She was cute, but I was way tipsy and for some reason thought this damn dog would listen to me. I'm a fool. We played Mad Gab, which was hella fun (it's so fun that there is no actual word for it) and TD even made some cool fries and cheese in the fry-daddy-baby-grampy-thing. Oh man that was awesome. We stayed until about 03:30, when they were falling asleep finally. We went home and crashed too.
Saturday SL and I got in a tiff because he was standing at the back door letting it hang open for a reason that I cannot understand, and Fox got out. He ran across the sidewalk and hid under a bush, and it only took a little bit to get him back in the house but I was still irritated. SL and I were supposed to go to Kroger but he didn't want to then because I was annoyed with him for letting the cat out by not paying attention. I went myself and bought some groceries, about $16 worth. Came home and did the laundry, watched TV, did all the dishes, and watched some more TV. The stupid fucking cats kept fighting, and it got to the point on Saturday evening that I had to leave because I couldn't stand the screaming and growling and the stank smell of kitten balls. Later in the evening I watched COPS and some other good shows, while SL was on the computer. He was on the computer almost all day. In fact, he's almost always on the computer. I made pizza at some point, pepperoni and mushroom, and it was superb. I didn't know I could make pizza, but apparently I rule.
Yesterday was SJK's birthday. I can't believe he's seventeen already, it makes me feel really old! Especially since my boyfriend is only 25 months older than my little brother. Yikes. We went to the Olive Garden, and it was pretty good. I'm still on my diet (yeah, I wish I could lose weight that fast) and I was worried about totally sabotaging it but they had a nutrition guide that worked out awesome. I even got to have cake! Yay! We went back to my parent's house after that where SJK opened his presents (a bunch of play clothes) and SL showed my dad something on the computer. Then SL and I went to the mall, walked around for about 40 minutes, and then they were closing so we headed over to Easton. I thought Easton was open later on Sunday becaues they have all the outside shops and the movie theatre, but I was wrong. I decided we should go to the dollar theatre then and see a movie, so we headed back over to the other side of town. SL made some comment about his gas station receipt needing to be burned because it had his name and last four of his credit card number on it. I told him that was ridiculous, no one is going to steal his identity. Then I made two jokes about how he walks in a zig-zag so nobody can trace his footsteps, and how he should sit lightly in the chair in the theatre just in case someone was going to decipher his ass print. I was joking but he didn't think I was and there was another fight. That one lasted all the way til this morning. Oh well.
I know that we fight a lot because I'm not very happy right now, what with MMA (of course) cancelling on my Friday (well, technically he just didn't call or show up like always), SL still not starting at CVS yet (that should be this week), among other things. It's so very irritating, and I feel like I'm carrying all the weight on my shoulders whereas he has no worries at all. I don't know. I'm just hoping it gets easier when he starts working because right now this is so reminiscent of my marriage that it's frankly feeling like something that isn't worth my time. I just have to be patient and remember that this isn't my marriage, I suppose.
So, don't even bother to say "I told you so" because nothing terrible has happened yet. Just because money is tight and we're irritated doesn't mean it's over. Every couple has fights and gets through them. We have a lot going on right now! I haven't lived with someone who was my spouse/boyfriend in two years, and SL never has. Plus he just moved 1,000 miles away from his family. It's not like this is an easy thing.
Late.
07 April 2006
Empty Threats
SL and I went to karaoke at Gordy's (formerly Lou Al's) last night with TD, TB, JW, and MN. It was pretty fun. A lot of people commented on my singing, saying things about how awesome I was and stuff. That made me feel really good. I was in a great mood, and when they were leaving SL and I decided to go to Eldo's. That was so much fun too. GG was there, and Moose and TomCat and Douger, The Sir, Mr. Happy, you know, the regular crowd. I had a great time. There was a pack of lesbians there, and when I was taking Zara's tip jar around I got to kiss four of them on the cheek. They thought I was cute! That was awesome. Girls are swell. I don't think I'll ever have a girlfriend again, and if I do, she definitely won't be married with children. And she will have to have boobs. And money. Ha.
No one showed up at Eldo's to run me down or run me over or bury my face in the street, and I pretty much didn't expect them to. Besides, the authorities are fully aware of the animosity pouring from those people, and if anything happens to me they will definitely be the first suspects; not to mention that since they are clueless enough to constantly identify themselves in the messages they leave, I'm sure they would do something ridiculous like write their name on my car after slashing the tires. Or leave me a message with their name saying they did it.
I almost fell over laughing just now, thinking of the message I might get:
"Hi this is so-and-so, my social security # is ----------, I live at 123 Main St., Anytown, OH 43214, and between the hours of 10pm and 11pm on Thursday April 6th I slashed your tires with a knife purchased at Wal*Mart (the quarter-inch blade with formica handle) seventeen times before bashing in your windows with my elbow. I then went to Riverside Hospital where I had my wounds treated by a Dr. Smith who can confirm this. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at 614-555-7138. By the way, you're fat and your boyfriend is fat."
That would be hilarious. And if it happens, I can say that they stole my idea. Haha.
Anyway! Today is supposed to be the day that MMA and I go and file for disollusion (sp?) I talked to him last night and he said he's been sick the last few days, but he said he should still be able to go. Oh yeah! I'm not getting my hopes up though, because I expect him to disappoint me like always. Maybe this time I will be pleasantly surprised.
No one showed up at Eldo's to run me down or run me over or bury my face in the street, and I pretty much didn't expect them to. Besides, the authorities are fully aware of the animosity pouring from those people, and if anything happens to me they will definitely be the first suspects; not to mention that since they are clueless enough to constantly identify themselves in the messages they leave, I'm sure they would do something ridiculous like write their name on my car after slashing the tires. Or leave me a message with their name saying they did it.
I almost fell over laughing just now, thinking of the message I might get:
"Hi this is so-and-so, my social security # is ----------, I live at 123 Main St., Anytown, OH 43214, and between the hours of 10pm and 11pm on Thursday April 6th I slashed your tires with a knife purchased at Wal*Mart (the quarter-inch blade with formica handle) seventeen times before bashing in your windows with my elbow. I then went to Riverside Hospital where I had my wounds treated by a Dr. Smith who can confirm this. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at 614-555-7138. By the way, you're fat and your boyfriend is fat."
That would be hilarious. And if it happens, I can say that they stole my idea. Haha.
Anyway! Today is supposed to be the day that MMA and I go and file for disollusion (sp?) I talked to him last night and he said he's been sick the last few days, but he said he should still be able to go. Oh yeah! I'm not getting my hopes up though, because I expect him to disappoint me like always. Maybe this time I will be pleasantly surprised.
06 April 2006
Sometimes, I just don't get it.
Well.
If any of you read SL's blog, then you already know what happened. But I figured I'd give my side.
Tuesday, we went to karaoke. It started out great, and I was having tons of fun, even though SB and NB were there. This was the first time ever that I had been with them in the same space at the same time, and that combined with having them and SL all there at once was just very akward. Very. I tried to deal as best I could, but that didn't work out well at all.
I wanted to get drunk, and SL knew this because I told him. He was playing trivia with Ace and D*Martin and Sir, so I talked to SB while going back and forth between SL and Ace/D*Martin. I did drink a lot, but I knew I was going to because SL was the designated driver (how nice of him.) Apparently, one of two things happened 1) SB (or someone) slipped something into my drink 2) my new lack of tolerance caught up with me because I actually blacked out. They tell me that I sang "I Will Survive" and rocked on it, that I was hanging all over SB, and that I fought with SL and called him an asshole and told him to fuck off, etc. I don't remember anything past going outside to find SL because I thought he had left (for some reason, I don't know) and that was okay, and then I woke up sick as shit, apologizing my ass off. I'm pretty sure that it was #1, because I've been slipped the GHB before, but it was only half a beer's worth, and it was awful. If you remember, back in April 2005, when I got back from Boston, I had upwards of 17 drinks, at least 14 of which were shots of Bacardi 151, and I didn't even pass out or black out. The very onliest time I have ever blacked out was the only time I've had something slipped into my drink.
Not to mention that I'm over SB and I'm not a cheater. Sure, I'll flirt to get a free drink, but SL understands that and he knows we're going home together...
I don't know. I'm not really sure what happened. But anyway, we're pretty much past it now. I just hope that he doesn't hold this over my head, much like I don't hold over his head all the shit he lied about. Yep.
So, on another note, I didn't completely win this time (with my trip downtown) but I didn't lose either. I can still appeal the decision, and if something else happens in the meantime, I definitely will.
Did you know that for every count of telecommunications harassment and/or stalking a person can get 6 months and/or $1,000 fine? It's really something to think about. Just imagine: Nine threats... that's 54 months (4.5 years) in jail and $9,000 worth of fines. A lot of time to miss in life, really - a child would have grown up, family members may have died, cars could break down, people could get married, divorced, and remarried again, you can start high school and graduate it in four and a half years - less actually. You would miss all of life's happenings! All because you are angry, or bitter, or whatever. People just don't think about the consequences of their actions anymore. Calling someone names is not a crime, but threatening to run them down and run them over and cut them is. Telling the truth about someone's not-so-beautiful past is not a crime, but threatening to beat their ass and their boyfriend's ass is. Definitely something to think about before you go making that phone call to someone you're pissed at. Even if you don't mean it, really, or you're just trying to scare them by talking big shit, you can still be prosecuted for it. Time in jail, fines, probation, and a nice black mark on your record.
You can find more information here.
If any of you read SL's blog, then you already know what happened. But I figured I'd give my side.
Tuesday, we went to karaoke. It started out great, and I was having tons of fun, even though SB and NB were there. This was the first time ever that I had been with them in the same space at the same time, and that combined with having them and SL all there at once was just very akward. Very. I tried to deal as best I could, but that didn't work out well at all.
I wanted to get drunk, and SL knew this because I told him. He was playing trivia with Ace and D*Martin and Sir, so I talked to SB while going back and forth between SL and Ace/D*Martin. I did drink a lot, but I knew I was going to because SL was the designated driver (how nice of him.) Apparently, one of two things happened 1) SB (or someone) slipped something into my drink 2) my new lack of tolerance caught up with me because I actually blacked out. They tell me that I sang "I Will Survive" and rocked on it, that I was hanging all over SB, and that I fought with SL and called him an asshole and told him to fuck off, etc. I don't remember anything past going outside to find SL because I thought he had left (for some reason, I don't know) and that was okay, and then I woke up sick as shit, apologizing my ass off. I'm pretty sure that it was #1, because I've been slipped the GHB before, but it was only half a beer's worth, and it was awful. If you remember, back in April 2005, when I got back from Boston, I had upwards of 17 drinks, at least 14 of which were shots of Bacardi 151, and I didn't even pass out or black out. The very onliest time I have ever blacked out was the only time I've had something slipped into my drink.
Not to mention that I'm over SB and I'm not a cheater. Sure, I'll flirt to get a free drink, but SL understands that and he knows we're going home together...
I don't know. I'm not really sure what happened. But anyway, we're pretty much past it now. I just hope that he doesn't hold this over my head, much like I don't hold over his head all the shit he lied about. Yep.
So, on another note, I didn't completely win this time (with my trip downtown) but I didn't lose either. I can still appeal the decision, and if something else happens in the meantime, I definitely will.
Did you know that for every count of telecommunications harassment and/or stalking a person can get 6 months and/or $1,000 fine? It's really something to think about. Just imagine: Nine threats... that's 54 months (4.5 years) in jail and $9,000 worth of fines. A lot of time to miss in life, really - a child would have grown up, family members may have died, cars could break down, people could get married, divorced, and remarried again, you can start high school and graduate it in four and a half years - less actually. You would miss all of life's happenings! All because you are angry, or bitter, or whatever. People just don't think about the consequences of their actions anymore. Calling someone names is not a crime, but threatening to run them down and run them over and cut them is. Telling the truth about someone's not-so-beautiful past is not a crime, but threatening to beat their ass and their boyfriend's ass is. Definitely something to think about before you go making that phone call to someone you're pissed at. Even if you don't mean it, really, or you're just trying to scare them by talking big shit, you can still be prosecuted for it. Time in jail, fines, probation, and a nice black mark on your record.
You can find more information here.
04 April 2006
!Examen!
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed.
Do you ever steal the shampoos and soaps from hotel rooms? Nope. In fact, I usually take my own to the hotel cuz I hate their shampoos.
Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room before? Of course.
Have you ever stolen a street sign before? I stole an orange cone once.
Do you ever pee in the shower? No. Even though Madonna does, I won't.
Do you like to use post-it notes? Love them.
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? No way, what a waste of time.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a big swarm of bees? A bear because there is a chance I could fend it off... Plus I'm allergic to bees.
Do you always smile for pictures? I always try.
What is your biggest pet peeve? Hillbillys
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out cuz I like to wrap up like a burrito with SL.
Do you ever count your steps when you walk? When I am walking through a parking garage only... not sure why.
Have you ever peed in the woods? I peed on a bush in Linden once...
Have you ever hooked up with more than one person in a day? Yes. Truthfully, it was not on purpose, it just happened.
Do you ever jump up and down to make your privates bounce? I jump up and down to make my boobs bounce but my "privates" can't really bounce haha
Do you chew your pens and pencils? Pens. Pencils taste like wood!
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Somewhere there is a Time Warp from 1992.
What is your favorite animal and why? Walrus - they are fluffy!
Do you like popcorn from those big tins? Only the cheese or caramel cuz the regular just tastes like plastic.
Would you ever tape yourself having sex? I already have.
What's your 'song of the week? Anything Johnny Cash.
Is it ok for guys to wear pink? Yes if it's tasteful.
Do you still watch cartoons? Yes!
What's your favorite scary movie? American Psycho or Talented Mr. Ripley.
Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? As if I would tell you.
Finally, what's the grossest way you can think of to die? Being cut in half by a train.
Random
Have you ever run through a sprinkler system with your regular clothes on: Yes, when I was wee.
Do you like taking the pictures or being in them better? Taking them.
How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 18
Did you think you were cool? No, I just needed a phone.
Have you/would you ever go camping in unfamiliar woods? If I was with someone else, sure.
Have you ever been in love? Like now!
An hour at the gym or an hour in bed? Gym. I hate laying in bed cuz I feel lazy.
A long bath or quick shower? How about a long shower? I hate baths!
An ugly nice guy or a hot not so nice guy? An ugly nice guy.
A cookie or brownie? Brownie.
Staying at home with friends or going out? Go out, unless it's a lot of friends coming over and bringing provisions.
About you! (and a lot more Randomness)
How old are you? 24
Do you consider yourself cool? I'm a motherfucking Rock Star.
Have you ever gone on a diet? Yes, I'm on one right now.
Would you if you got fat? I'm already fluffy, lol.
Would you ever move away for love? No, I'd make him come to me, unless he was rich.
How about for money? Nope. Unless I loved him and he happened to be rich.
Do you make good grades? I did when I was in school.
Is your appearance a big deal to you? Well I don't want to look shitty if that's what you mean, but I also don't focus on slathering on the makeup and stuff like that.
What's your all time favorite movie (only pick one)? The Little Mermaid.
Do you have any true friends? Three.
If you do, do you honestly think you will be friends forever? Yes. It's lasted this long!
If you died today are you 100% sure you would go to heaven? Not sure. I don't believe in Heaven, so I guess I would find out!
Are you addicted to myspace? Yeah bitch, myspace!
What would you do if it shut down? I'd cry. Ok, not really.
How many hours a day to you talk on the phone? 45 minutes.
Do you like the people you go to school with? They were okay for those four years.
What is your favorite sport? Hockey.
Favorite hockey team? Columbus Blue Jackets.
Favorite college team? Ohio State Buckeyes!
What has been your best high school memory so far? Um... Playing a Grand Dragon of the KKK in a play we did Junior year? Maybe. Smoking behind the dumpsters by the fence with Ben... Yes. Haha.
How do you feel about ducks? They are cute but dangerous.
What's your favorite flower? Lilac.
Do you currently have a crush on anyone? Nope.
What is the first thing you do in the morning after getting out of bed? Stumble to the shower.
Last thing you do before getting into bed? SL, usually.
Have you ever liked anyone who was taken? Nope, I don't go after what I can't have.
Who are the three people(that are still alive) you miss being in your life? TM(kind of), MF (missing in action), SV (she just lives far away)
How do you feel about fighting? I like mind games but not physical fighting - it's primitive and uncivilized. What can you prove by physically harming someone?
What's your dream car? The one I have.
Dream job? Mom.
Do you hate the way the people at the nail place talk? No because it sounds like music, although I do wonder if they are talking about me.
What's your favorite drink? Miller Lite.
If you got a million dollars to run down your street in your underwear would you? Yes but I would have to have the million in hand.
Currently, what is your favorite song? My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas.
What three people are you going to miss the most when you graduate? Not applicable. Hehe.
Do you ever steal the shampoos and soaps from hotel rooms? Nope. In fact, I usually take my own to the hotel cuz I hate their shampoos.
Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room before? Of course.
Have you ever stolen a street sign before? I stole an orange cone once.
Do you ever pee in the shower? No. Even though Madonna does, I won't.
Do you like to use post-it notes? Love them.
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? No way, what a waste of time.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a big swarm of bees? A bear because there is a chance I could fend it off... Plus I'm allergic to bees.
Do you always smile for pictures? I always try.
What is your biggest pet peeve? Hillbillys
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out cuz I like to wrap up like a burrito with SL.
Do you ever count your steps when you walk? When I am walking through a parking garage only... not sure why.
Have you ever peed in the woods? I peed on a bush in Linden once...
Have you ever hooked up with more than one person in a day? Yes. Truthfully, it was not on purpose, it just happened.
Do you ever jump up and down to make your privates bounce? I jump up and down to make my boobs bounce but my "privates" can't really bounce haha
Do you chew your pens and pencils? Pens. Pencils taste like wood!
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Somewhere there is a Time Warp from 1992.
What is your favorite animal and why? Walrus - they are fluffy!
Do you like popcorn from those big tins? Only the cheese or caramel cuz the regular just tastes like plastic.
Would you ever tape yourself having sex? I already have.
What's your 'song of the week? Anything Johnny Cash.
Is it ok for guys to wear pink? Yes if it's tasteful.
Do you still watch cartoons? Yes!
What's your favorite scary movie? American Psycho or Talented Mr. Ripley.
Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? As if I would tell you.
Finally, what's the grossest way you can think of to die? Being cut in half by a train.
Random
Have you ever run through a sprinkler system with your regular clothes on: Yes, when I was wee.
Do you like taking the pictures or being in them better? Taking them.
How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 18
Did you think you were cool? No, I just needed a phone.
Have you/would you ever go camping in unfamiliar woods? If I was with someone else, sure.
Have you ever been in love? Like now!
An hour at the gym or an hour in bed? Gym. I hate laying in bed cuz I feel lazy.
A long bath or quick shower? How about a long shower? I hate baths!
An ugly nice guy or a hot not so nice guy? An ugly nice guy.
A cookie or brownie? Brownie.
Staying at home with friends or going out? Go out, unless it's a lot of friends coming over and bringing provisions.
About you! (and a lot more Randomness)
How old are you? 24
Do you consider yourself cool? I'm a motherfucking Rock Star.
Have you ever gone on a diet? Yes, I'm on one right now.
Would you if you got fat? I'm already fluffy, lol.
Would you ever move away for love? No, I'd make him come to me, unless he was rich.
How about for money? Nope. Unless I loved him and he happened to be rich.
Do you make good grades? I did when I was in school.
Is your appearance a big deal to you? Well I don't want to look shitty if that's what you mean, but I also don't focus on slathering on the makeup and stuff like that.
What's your all time favorite movie (only pick one)? The Little Mermaid.
Do you have any true friends? Three.
If you do, do you honestly think you will be friends forever? Yes. It's lasted this long!
If you died today are you 100% sure you would go to heaven? Not sure. I don't believe in Heaven, so I guess I would find out!
Are you addicted to myspace? Yeah bitch, myspace!
What would you do if it shut down? I'd cry. Ok, not really.
How many hours a day to you talk on the phone? 45 minutes.
Do you like the people you go to school with? They were okay for those four years.
What is your favorite sport? Hockey.
Favorite hockey team? Columbus Blue Jackets.
Favorite college team? Ohio State Buckeyes!
What has been your best high school memory so far? Um... Playing a Grand Dragon of the KKK in a play we did Junior year? Maybe. Smoking behind the dumpsters by the fence with Ben... Yes. Haha.
How do you feel about ducks? They are cute but dangerous.
What's your favorite flower? Lilac.
Do you currently have a crush on anyone? Nope.
What is the first thing you do in the morning after getting out of bed? Stumble to the shower.
Last thing you do before getting into bed? SL, usually.
Have you ever liked anyone who was taken? Nope, I don't go after what I can't have.
Who are the three people(that are still alive) you miss being in your life? TM(kind of), MF (missing in action), SV (she just lives far away)
How do you feel about fighting? I like mind games but not physical fighting - it's primitive and uncivilized. What can you prove by physically harming someone?
What's your dream car? The one I have.
Dream job? Mom.
Do you hate the way the people at the nail place talk? No because it sounds like music, although I do wonder if they are talking about me.
What's your favorite drink? Miller Lite.
If you got a million dollars to run down your street in your underwear would you? Yes but I would have to have the million in hand.
Currently, what is your favorite song? My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas.
What three people are you going to miss the most when you graduate? Not applicable. Hehe.
03 April 2006
Tie Your Own Rope! Tie Your Own Rope!
Lalalala gotta keep 'em seperated!
I've had that song, that stupid stupid song, in my head for about a week now and I just heard it on Launchcast. Thank god. I hope it will go away now.
SL and I had the greatest weekend. Friday, after we found out that he got the job, we went to Golden Corral to celebrate. I had never been there, since the only buffet I really like is Chinese, but it was pretty good. They had a lot of food there, and it was cool because they had a bunch of fish too - clam, shrimp, tilapia (that was not good) and salmon. I couldn't believe all the stuff they had. There was some great looking steak, but I didn't have any since Lent isn't over yet and that means no meat on Fridays!
Saturday we got up early so SL could go take his mandatory drug screening for his new job. After that we drove around a bit, went home, went to the library, went home, and SL worked on the computer a little bit. SL grilled some tilapia and portabello mushrooms that I had made (seasoned/marinated) and it turned out awesome. Well, except for the mushrooms, they were NASTY because the little furry things under the cap were way too furry. I almost yakked. We chilled out for awhile, and then my parents called and wanted SL to come over and help my dad with some stuff. That was pretty cool, I got the full editions of the Weight Watchers books and I'm going to copy them to my computer so I don't have to constantly do the formula to figure out how many points what I'm eating is worth. My mom gave SL $50 for his help, and so we went to Meijers and SL bought a sweatshirt (since he had nothing to wear but a heavy winter coat) and some socks, some foot spray (haha, from wearing shoes with no socks! yuck!), and we got some Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper... I think that's all. It was pretty great.
Sunday, oh, Sunday! Yesterday was the greatest day ever. We woke up late, around 11:37, which was actually 12:37 because of daylight savings. We went to the library and SL got his own card, and then we went downtown to the North Market. That was so much fun! We wandered around the place, looking at everything, and bought some homemade mozzerella and foccachia bread, and SL bought me some pretty flowers and bought his brother a postcard from Ohio. Then we went to Goodale Park and ate our bread and cheese on the stone picnic tables because the weather was just so beautiful. After we were done with that, we walked around the park and looked at the doggies who were there for Bark in the Park or something. I took a ton of pictures of the trees and flowers and of course, the doggies. Heck yes. After that we went home to put the flowers in water, and I realised that I didn't have a vase. So we went to Deals and got a vase (actually I think it's supposed to be a drinking glass, but it is a perfect vase!), and SL got some chaving cream and sunglasses. Then we walked over to the Bike Source, where they have this totally awesome pink bike for $349. I have better things to spend my money on right now, but sometime this summer we'll have to get a bike for me so SL and I can go riding. I love riding bikes! After I had drooled over these awesome looking bikes, we walked to the Complete Pet Mart, where we bought a temporary litter box for Mickey (more on that in a minute) and some bird seed for the feeder outside the window. $4 for 20 lbs of bird seed, I couldn't believe it! Then we went home, grilled some steaks which we had for dinner with a salad, and chilled out the rest of the night. Overall, probably one of the best days I've had in years.
So, Mickey and Fox have finally reached puberty. They started fighting Saturday night, and haven't stopped since. Fox got all scratched up on his face, and Mickey has a swollen nose. Sheeba escaped unharmed, but still shaken. Fucking cats. They sprayed too, and man does it stink! So, my mom is nice enough to pay for them to get nutered ($67 total, not bad) and that will happen Wednesday. Til then we have to keep Mickey in the 1/2 bath downstairs, separated from Sheeba and Fox. That's why we had to get a temporary disposable litter box for him.
Today, it's back downtown after going to my parents house to pick up a carrier and the money for the surgery. Some folks just don't listen.
I've had that song, that stupid stupid song, in my head for about a week now and I just heard it on Launchcast. Thank god. I hope it will go away now.
SL and I had the greatest weekend. Friday, after we found out that he got the job, we went to Golden Corral to celebrate. I had never been there, since the only buffet I really like is Chinese, but it was pretty good. They had a lot of food there, and it was cool because they had a bunch of fish too - clam, shrimp, tilapia (that was not good) and salmon. I couldn't believe all the stuff they had. There was some great looking steak, but I didn't have any since Lent isn't over yet and that means no meat on Fridays!
Saturday we got up early so SL could go take his mandatory drug screening for his new job. After that we drove around a bit, went home, went to the library, went home, and SL worked on the computer a little bit. SL grilled some tilapia and portabello mushrooms that I had made (seasoned/marinated) and it turned out awesome. Well, except for the mushrooms, they were NASTY because the little furry things under the cap were way too furry. I almost yakked. We chilled out for awhile, and then my parents called and wanted SL to come over and help my dad with some stuff. That was pretty cool, I got the full editions of the Weight Watchers books and I'm going to copy them to my computer so I don't have to constantly do the formula to figure out how many points what I'm eating is worth. My mom gave SL $50 for his help, and so we went to Meijers and SL bought a sweatshirt (since he had nothing to wear but a heavy winter coat) and some socks, some foot spray (haha, from wearing shoes with no socks! yuck!), and we got some Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper... I think that's all. It was pretty great.
Sunday, oh, Sunday! Yesterday was the greatest day ever. We woke up late, around 11:37, which was actually 12:37 because of daylight savings. We went to the library and SL got his own card, and then we went downtown to the North Market. That was so much fun! We wandered around the place, looking at everything, and bought some homemade mozzerella and foccachia bread, and SL bought me some pretty flowers and bought his brother a postcard from Ohio. Then we went to Goodale Park and ate our bread and cheese on the stone picnic tables because the weather was just so beautiful. After we were done with that, we walked around the park and looked at the doggies who were there for Bark in the Park or something. I took a ton of pictures of the trees and flowers and of course, the doggies. Heck yes. After that we went home to put the flowers in water, and I realised that I didn't have a vase. So we went to Deals and got a vase (actually I think it's supposed to be a drinking glass, but it is a perfect vase!), and SL got some chaving cream and sunglasses. Then we walked over to the Bike Source, where they have this totally awesome pink bike for $349. I have better things to spend my money on right now, but sometime this summer we'll have to get a bike for me so SL and I can go riding. I love riding bikes! After I had drooled over these awesome looking bikes, we walked to the Complete Pet Mart, where we bought a temporary litter box for Mickey (more on that in a minute) and some bird seed for the feeder outside the window. $4 for 20 lbs of bird seed, I couldn't believe it! Then we went home, grilled some steaks which we had for dinner with a salad, and chilled out the rest of the night. Overall, probably one of the best days I've had in years.
So, Mickey and Fox have finally reached puberty. They started fighting Saturday night, and haven't stopped since. Fox got all scratched up on his face, and Mickey has a swollen nose. Sheeba escaped unharmed, but still shaken. Fucking cats. They sprayed too, and man does it stink! So, my mom is nice enough to pay for them to get nutered ($67 total, not bad) and that will happen Wednesday. Til then we have to keep Mickey in the 1/2 bath downstairs, separated from Sheeba and Fox. That's why we had to get a temporary disposable litter box for him.
Today, it's back downtown after going to my parents house to pick up a carrier and the money for the surgery. Some folks just don't listen.
31 March 2006
What a Wonderful Week!
Oh man. I can't believe how awesome this week has been. The weather has been perfect, I haven't had any run-ins with anyone I hate, my husband voluntarily drew up the paperwork for a dissolusion, the law says I am in the right regarding that thing I mentioned on Monday, and finally, this will probably be the last time I will ever have to borrow from a payday advance place because...
drumroll please...
SL got a job! Yippy! And it's not even a shitty grocery store or gas station or fast food job. It's a respectable company and the money will be FUCKING GREAT. Oh. Yeah.
I'm so happy. So very happy. My life couldn't get any better, well, once I get divorced for real it can't get any better, unless I suddenly come into a large sum of money or something. But I doubt that will happen, haha.
Yay!
Also I'd like to mention that I am now learning how to use Linux, and this is my very first non-Windows-based post. Hell yeah.
drumroll please...
SL got a job! Yippy! And it's not even a shitty grocery store or gas station or fast food job. It's a respectable company and the money will be FUCKING GREAT. Oh. Yeah.
I'm so happy. So very happy. My life couldn't get any better, well, once I get divorced for real it can't get any better, unless I suddenly come into a large sum of money or something. But I doubt that will happen, haha.
Yay!
Also I'd like to mention that I am now learning how to use Linux, and this is my very first non-Windows-based post. Hell yeah.
29 March 2006
Shermie's crying 'cause I punched him in the eye...
I love Wife Swap and Super Nanny. Oh, I really, really do. I don't know who came up with the ideas for these shows, or whether Trading Spouses and Nanny 911 came first, but I love all four. I just especially love the ABC lineup. I haven't really watched ABC in a long time, mostly because from 1994 - 2005 their programs sucked. An 11 year slump is not easy to bounce back from, but I tell you what, they have my eyes now! I love those shows, plus there's the Ty Pennington show, about building houses! Yeah Ty! Haha.
Anyway. I don't really have anything to talk about since life has been fairly boring lately. I'm definitely not complaning though! It's better than living like hill-billys with a ton of drama around. SL and I are just living day to day, getting used to each other and all that. It's going well, we've barely fought, and the only thing that bugs me is it reminds me of my marriage when I get up and go to work and he's still sleeping. The two interviews he had last week are supposed to get back with him this week, so I'm not pissed that he doesn't have a job, it's just a little irritating. In fact, today he's going to go to the one place and check on his status. I really hope he gets that one because it's so close and the pay will be awesome.
What else... hmmm... I guess that's about it. My little excursion on Monday evening went well, and they affirmed that I am in the right, so that was awesome. Now, everything will be great.
Anyway. I don't really have anything to talk about since life has been fairly boring lately. I'm definitely not complaning though! It's better than living like hill-billys with a ton of drama around. SL and I are just living day to day, getting used to each other and all that. It's going well, we've barely fought, and the only thing that bugs me is it reminds me of my marriage when I get up and go to work and he's still sleeping. The two interviews he had last week are supposed to get back with him this week, so I'm not pissed that he doesn't have a job, it's just a little irritating. In fact, today he's going to go to the one place and check on his status. I really hope he gets that one because it's so close and the pay will be awesome.
What else... hmmm... I guess that's about it. My little excursion on Monday evening went well, and they affirmed that I am in the right, so that was awesome. Now, everything will be great.
27 March 2006
Little Sister Don't Miss When She Aims Her Gun.
(A line from my favorite song, "The Night the Lights Went out in Georgia" by Vicky Lawrence.)
So, the past week has been interesting. Last Wednesday, SL moved here. I'm so happy he's finally with me. The long distance thing wasn't very difficult at all, but it was kind of expensive. As of April 8th, SL and I will have been together (officially) for five months. Go me! That's my longest relationship I've had since I left MMA. Some of the other ones could have been longer, but with those guys I figured that if I couldn't see a future with them, what is the point of keeping it going? There is none.
I had a very boring weekend. SL mostly worked on the computers, fixing them up, putting in more RAM and combining hard drives and stuff while I cleaned or watched TV or whatever. Saturday I had a very special visit from one of Columbus's finest, and he made me feel better about a certain situation that I am dealing with. He advised that I go downtown to take care of my business as soon as possible, so I will be doing that tonight after work. I'm not going to elaborate on anything until it's all over, so you will all just have to wait and see what the outcome is! I'm sure I will be found in the right, so I'm not worried about it.
Yesterday SL and I went to my parents' house for dinner, my mom made lasagna, and it was great. We hung out with SK and watched some TV and it was just nice and relaxing. My dad gave us a new CD-rom drive and a new hard drive too. SL was so ecstatic about that! My dad is cool. We went home around ten pm, and then Cat called for me to come to karaoke. I didn't really feel like it, but we went anyway and ended up having the time of our lives. It was so much fun. TomCat, Mr. Happy, Crash, The Sir, and D*Martin were there, along with a bunch of other cool people that I haven't seen in a long time. D*Martin is still learning how to run the machines, so he can take over some of Cat's shows, so I didn't get to talk to him too much. SL and I were trying to help him get this beaver looking girl away from him, but that proved unsuccessful... poor D*Martin. Oh! Doc was there too. I always love seeing Doc. The only shitty thing was that bitch Holly from back in the day was trashed and hanging all over him. That was nasty. Oh well, can't keep nastiness from penetrating my world I suppose. I just have to deal with it!
But I digress... I told C the bartender and Smiley J about SL's actual age, and they weren't pissed at all. I was glad for that, because I didn't want them to think that I was trying to pull the wool over their eyes or anything. C said I rocked cuz I have a young boyfriend! I laughed. Man, I can't believe what a great time I had at karaoke last night.
On a different note, which I suppose kind of correlates to my great time at karaoke, I've been in such an awesome mood ever since I put my mind to it. I guess GMc's little idea really works! I know SL is happy that I'm in a better mood. We only had one little fight this weekend, and it was totally the most retarded thing ever, so it was no big deal. Other than that, I've been in an awesome mood and quite happy. In fact, I only cried a few times this weekend, once over something that was very very upsetting and a few times over this thing about police dogs, and once over "Inked" when this dude got his dead fiancee's portrait tatooed on his arm. Yeah. I'm kinda girly sometimes, and when I am, I'm extreme.
Speaking of girly, my shrink said that I'm nuts for thinking I look like a lesbian. Not literally of course, I think it would be wrong for a psychologist to tell his patient they are "nuts", haha! But he's cool; He loved my pink phone. And I've told him about all the crap that has happened to me lately, and he told me that I have made the right choices, I've done the appropriate thing, and it was very smart of me to document everything that has happened. He said that I am right on a few things, such as SL and his lies stemming from when his parents got divorced when he was ten years old (that's when most of the stories start) and about how people who need to make drama really are miserable. Apparently there is some sort of complex... almost like a Napolean thing where they buy big stuff and own a lot of things so they look important to try and counteract their lack of self-esteem, only these kind of people try to make everyone else look shitty and they treat people terribly to make themselves feel better, when in fact they are really miserable. Maybe I should go to college and become a shrink. Damn... would I be rich and even smarter than I already am!
In conclusion, I'd like to apologize in advance to my friends that see me / talk to me on a daily basis, because I'm probably going to be quite egotistical in the next few weeks or even months. However, it's all part of my plan: I have to tell myself that I'm fucking awesome over and over and over so that I will finally truly believe it. I think I'm pretty swell right now, but there's always that nagging in the back of my head saying, "Well... are you really...?" and I need to shut that nag up! So, anyway, that's all. I rule.
Late.
So, the past week has been interesting. Last Wednesday, SL moved here. I'm so happy he's finally with me. The long distance thing wasn't very difficult at all, but it was kind of expensive. As of April 8th, SL and I will have been together (officially) for five months. Go me! That's my longest relationship I've had since I left MMA. Some of the other ones could have been longer, but with those guys I figured that if I couldn't see a future with them, what is the point of keeping it going? There is none.
I had a very boring weekend. SL mostly worked on the computers, fixing them up, putting in more RAM and combining hard drives and stuff while I cleaned or watched TV or whatever. Saturday I had a very special visit from one of Columbus's finest, and he made me feel better about a certain situation that I am dealing with. He advised that I go downtown to take care of my business as soon as possible, so I will be doing that tonight after work. I'm not going to elaborate on anything until it's all over, so you will all just have to wait and see what the outcome is! I'm sure I will be found in the right, so I'm not worried about it.
Yesterday SL and I went to my parents' house for dinner, my mom made lasagna, and it was great. We hung out with SK and watched some TV and it was just nice and relaxing. My dad gave us a new CD-rom drive and a new hard drive too. SL was so ecstatic about that! My dad is cool. We went home around ten pm, and then Cat called for me to come to karaoke. I didn't really feel like it, but we went anyway and ended up having the time of our lives. It was so much fun. TomCat, Mr. Happy, Crash, The Sir, and D*Martin were there, along with a bunch of other cool people that I haven't seen in a long time. D*Martin is still learning how to run the machines, so he can take over some of Cat's shows, so I didn't get to talk to him too much. SL and I were trying to help him get this beaver looking girl away from him, but that proved unsuccessful... poor D*Martin. Oh! Doc was there too. I always love seeing Doc. The only shitty thing was that bitch Holly from back in the day was trashed and hanging all over him. That was nasty. Oh well, can't keep nastiness from penetrating my world I suppose. I just have to deal with it!
But I digress... I told C the bartender and Smiley J about SL's actual age, and they weren't pissed at all. I was glad for that, because I didn't want them to think that I was trying to pull the wool over their eyes or anything. C said I rocked cuz I have a young boyfriend! I laughed. Man, I can't believe what a great time I had at karaoke last night.
On a different note, which I suppose kind of correlates to my great time at karaoke, I've been in such an awesome mood ever since I put my mind to it. I guess GMc's little idea really works! I know SL is happy that I'm in a better mood. We only had one little fight this weekend, and it was totally the most retarded thing ever, so it was no big deal. Other than that, I've been in an awesome mood and quite happy. In fact, I only cried a few times this weekend, once over something that was very very upsetting and a few times over this thing about police dogs, and once over "Inked" when this dude got his dead fiancee's portrait tatooed on his arm. Yeah. I'm kinda girly sometimes, and when I am, I'm extreme.
Speaking of girly, my shrink said that I'm nuts for thinking I look like a lesbian. Not literally of course, I think it would be wrong for a psychologist to tell his patient they are "nuts", haha! But he's cool; He loved my pink phone. And I've told him about all the crap that has happened to me lately, and he told me that I have made the right choices, I've done the appropriate thing, and it was very smart of me to document everything that has happened. He said that I am right on a few things, such as SL and his lies stemming from when his parents got divorced when he was ten years old (that's when most of the stories start) and about how people who need to make drama really are miserable. Apparently there is some sort of complex... almost like a Napolean thing where they buy big stuff and own a lot of things so they look important to try and counteract their lack of self-esteem, only these kind of people try to make everyone else look shitty and they treat people terribly to make themselves feel better, when in fact they are really miserable. Maybe I should go to college and become a shrink. Damn... would I be rich and even smarter than I already am!
In conclusion, I'd like to apologize in advance to my friends that see me / talk to me on a daily basis, because I'm probably going to be quite egotistical in the next few weeks or even months. However, it's all part of my plan: I have to tell myself that I'm fucking awesome over and over and over so that I will finally truly believe it. I think I'm pretty swell right now, but there's always that nagging in the back of my head saying, "Well... are you really...?" and I need to shut that nag up! So, anyway, that's all. I rule.
Late.
21 March 2006
Even the Chinese say "Fuck You"
^ So, that's my audio post. ^
I was so incredibly happy to get that fortune, I actually shed a tear. It just goes to show that when you start making changes, it affects everything. Seriously. I'm ready to move on, leave all this negativity and extra weight behind (both literally and figuratively) and be truly happy.
Maybe that cunt was right. Maybe I'm putting on a display to trick people into thinking I'm happy. But that's a good thing because I'll trick myself into being happy too. Why did I become this kind of person who is so negative about herself, who can't even think of good things about her person without really having to try? Because my whole life I was told the negative - by my parents ("You can be smarter, thinner, more outgoing, etc."), by my "friends" ("If you looked like this/did this/etc. you'd be in the cool crowd."), even by my husband ("I don't know if we'll be able to have sex, I've never been with a girl as big as you." which was funny because I was a lot smaller back then.) All I've ever had was negative influences! So now, I need to tell myself the positive things. I didn't believe all those negative lies in the beginning, but when they are told to you over and over and over, it starts to seem like the truth. That's the trick - tell myself every day that those people don't matter one bit, and focus on the good things about me, which far outweigh the bad. God didn't make us perfect, he made us with good and bad.
Life is simple, but not easy. Thanks GMc.
20 March 2006
This actually has nothing to do with my mom.
Mother Mother
(Tracy Bonham)Mother mother can you hear me I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather how's my father am I lonely heavens no
Mother mother are listening just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect never better distance making the heart grow blind
When you sent me off to see the world where you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobacco would I keep on hiking up my skirt
I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine
I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding death
Everything's fine
Yeah, I'm working, making money I'm just starting to build a name
I can feel it around the corner I could make it any day
Mother mother can you hear me yeah I'm sober sure I'm sane
Life is perfect never better still your daughter still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear will it help you to sleep wellat night
Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I'm hungry
I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind
Everything's fine
I'm freezing
I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death
Everything's fine
I miss you
I love you.
(Feeling just a little stressed today. Can you tell?)
A big Fuck You to all the losers.
To all the losers who have contributed to any negative thought I've ever had about myself and made me feel like their lies could be true, I would like to say:
But most importantly,
I am right.
- I am intelligent.
- I am clever.
- I am kind.
- I am generous.
- I am witty.
- I am beautiful.
- I am healthy.
- I am hard working.
- I am a good friend.
- I am successful.
- I am a great singer.
- I am a wonderful artist.
- I am loyal.
- I am creative.
- I am passionate.
- I am a terrific lover.
But most importantly,
I am right.
18 March 2006
I'm Lovin' It!
I love my life. Last night I went to Zuey's with KP and we drank green beer, which turned our mouths green. GG was there but she didn't drink any green beer because she doesn't like beer period. We had so much fun, it was just swell. CL was there and he was wasted, and kept trying to hit on KP but she wasn't having a part of it. This really drunk asshole kept trying to pet Wendell and it pissed me off so much because he was being a cock. I couldn't believe I had to fucking fight with a drunk to keep him from petting a seeing eye dog. Ridiculous.
Oh well, today I am going to do nothing and then work on my novel. Yeah babe.
Oh well, today I am going to do nothing and then work on my novel. Yeah babe.
17 March 2006
Bishop declares, "Meat and Beer: Okay!"
This week has been so frickin' long. Oh man.
Tuesday I went to Zuey's and watched American Idol. It was a pretty fun evening. I went to Brewstir's in Clintonville after that, for Cat's show. Met up with NB, and we had a great time. He didn't really try too hard to put the moves on me, so that was cool. I hadn't seen him since September I think, and we had a lot of catching up to do. He made me happy because somehow we got talking about something, I have no clue, and I was like, "Yeah, I wish I was more girly." He laughed and said I was very girly. I said, "No way! I wear these lesbian boots and polo shirts and Birkenstock sandals!" He said I was very very girly and something like it didn't matter if I tried to dress up like a man, I would still be girly. That made me so happy. I guess SL is right, along with ND from work, I am girly. I just need to feel more girly, but it's starting to happen, haha.
Wednesday I did nothing. Literally. I was worn out from Tuesday!
Last night I went to a company function at MIT. That was great fun, getting to meet everyone that I always talk to on the phone. They really had the hookup, with little butler people walking around and a bartender fellow and a huge spread of food like cheese, vegetables, salmon, crackers, chocolate strawberries, little teeny deserts, etc. They even had a carving station to make sandwiches and stuff! It was awesome. I had about four glasses of wine, but that was cool because 1) it was free and 2) I love wine and it does not get me instantly trashed! I ran into this guy I worked with at a couple different jobs, and a guy I worked at Jericho with. I met some chick that works with my old manager from Jericho. She told me how she hates him and I told her how I hated him and then she was like, "Oh my god, you're Kelly! I've heard stories about you! Isn't your husband MMA?!" Which pissed me off when I learned that in the last three years, this guy has been telling his version of these things that actually happened, but not the way he says they do.
For instance, right after I quit there I was hospitalized. I got all these calls from concerned people, because this guy had told everyone that MMA beat me so much that I landed in the ICU. Riiiiight. It was not even close to the reason why I was in there, and MMA never beat me. In fact, every time MMA had ever tried to lay a hand on me I usually ended up being the winner in that situation. This old manager guy is just a fucking loser. He told me all these lies while I worked there, and he was just a regular asshole. When my mother-in-law died twice during surgery but finally made it through, MMA and I had to stay with her little girl so my step-father-in-law could be at the hospital. We took about a week off work, cleared with the owners/our bosses, and everything was fine and they were very understanding. Well one day during this time off, I get a call from Mr. Manager. He tells me that my family is not important, this little 5 year old with a mother who is practically on life support is not important, and I need to come back to work and take care of my duties there. I tell you, he is just a regular asshole. Not to mention he's about 400 lbs., over six feet tall, and the biggest fucking flamer you could imagine. He used to have little twinks come for "interviews" in his office and we all knew he was really getting blow jobs and god knows what else from them. Ick.
But, I have gotten away from my point!
This girl was totally wasted, oh my god. And she was dressed like a prostitute, seriously, her skirt was so short that when she walked she had to keep tugging it down so no one would see her crack and cooch. We headed over to the Dub Pub, why, I don't know. She was like, "Let me buy you a shot!" so I said that would be swell. We talked about the asshole some more, and then she got this bright idea to give me a spontaneous makeover. Well the wine was starting to set in and the shot we did was also, so I said what the heck. We went to the bathroom and she attacked me with her makeup case. The end result was pretty awesome, except for she colored in my eyebrows... I looked cool until that happened, and then I looked like an old hooker. OH my god. When she wasn't looking I tried to rub some of it off, and it worked a little bit so at least I didn't look like a old hooker anymore. Now I just looked fake. The guys at the bar that she was trying to hook us up with said it looked fine, but I just couldn't believe them. She bought me another shot and we left because she had to go up to Sawmill to get her friend or something. I worried about her driving because she was really so so so drunk, but she told me that one DUI doesn't matter when you've already got one. Whatever.
I headed over to Eldo's, and on the way I just felt drunker. It was shitty. When I got there I drank a ton of water while I talked to TD and MN (formerly mentioned as Mrm.) I sang alright, but I was starting to be un-drunkish a little so I didn't sing as well as I could have. That sucked because I really wanted to impress my friends. Damn wine! I hate when I'm "coming down" from be drunk, it makes me feel crappy. Anyway, we had a great time. Poke came in and he was literally all over me. I kept telling him that nothing could happen because I've got a boyfriend, etc. etc. etc., but he would not give up. He kept asking for a kiss so I finally I kissed him. I told SL about it this morning and he said that was okay, because after that Poke pretty much let me alone. He hates Poke anyway so I guess that's just another reason to keep hating him! Anyway, Wolfy was there, so was TomCat, Moose, and B the BDI. B's girlfriend came over to me at one point and told me that they didn't hate me or weren't angry with me or anything, because of what happened with SS/Jms, and that was cool. She said that B really had nothing to do with the situation, and since he and I have been friends longer than I have even known SS/Jms, it was alright. He smiled at me and waved hi, so that was cool, but I didn't really get to talk to him. Overall, a good evening.
Today is St. Patrick's Day, yippy. Green beer, woo-hoo! The Bishop has declared that Catholics can eat meat today, even though it's not allowed normally during Lent to eat meat on Fridays. The only catch is that the meat that is being eaten must be celebratory meat, ie, a St. Patrick's Day CornBeef and Sauerkraut meal or something. Can't just eat meat when you want. Also, you do not have to adhere to the rule of fasting, ie, whatever you gave up. So today, I am allowed to drink beer. Yay! I probably won't eat any meat though. As I sit and think about the Irish, it brings to mind another set of Alcoholics - the Native Americans.
Okay, I'll admit that was a terrible seagueway to a new paragraph, but whatever. I had to bring up this bitch in some way! Even though I've moved on with my life, it's apparent that some people haven't. I got an Instant Message from SS this morning, and it was as follows:
Time to go eat mac'n'cheese. Late.
Tuesday I went to Zuey's and watched American Idol. It was a pretty fun evening. I went to Brewstir's in Clintonville after that, for Cat's show. Met up with NB, and we had a great time. He didn't really try too hard to put the moves on me, so that was cool. I hadn't seen him since September I think, and we had a lot of catching up to do. He made me happy because somehow we got talking about something, I have no clue, and I was like, "Yeah, I wish I was more girly." He laughed and said I was very girly. I said, "No way! I wear these lesbian boots and polo shirts and Birkenstock sandals!" He said I was very very girly and something like it didn't matter if I tried to dress up like a man, I would still be girly. That made me so happy. I guess SL is right, along with ND from work, I am girly. I just need to feel more girly, but it's starting to happen, haha.
Wednesday I did nothing. Literally. I was worn out from Tuesday!
Last night I went to a company function at MIT. That was great fun, getting to meet everyone that I always talk to on the phone. They really had the hookup, with little butler people walking around and a bartender fellow and a huge spread of food like cheese, vegetables, salmon, crackers, chocolate strawberries, little teeny deserts, etc. They even had a carving station to make sandwiches and stuff! It was awesome. I had about four glasses of wine, but that was cool because 1) it was free and 2) I love wine and it does not get me instantly trashed! I ran into this guy I worked with at a couple different jobs, and a guy I worked at Jericho with. I met some chick that works with my old manager from Jericho. She told me how she hates him and I told her how I hated him and then she was like, "Oh my god, you're Kelly! I've heard stories about you! Isn't your husband MMA?!" Which pissed me off when I learned that in the last three years, this guy has been telling his version of these things that actually happened, but not the way he says they do.
For instance, right after I quit there I was hospitalized. I got all these calls from concerned people, because this guy had told everyone that MMA beat me so much that I landed in the ICU. Riiiiight. It was not even close to the reason why I was in there, and MMA never beat me. In fact, every time MMA had ever tried to lay a hand on me I usually ended up being the winner in that situation. This old manager guy is just a fucking loser. He told me all these lies while I worked there, and he was just a regular asshole. When my mother-in-law died twice during surgery but finally made it through, MMA and I had to stay with her little girl so my step-father-in-law could be at the hospital. We took about a week off work, cleared with the owners/our bosses, and everything was fine and they were very understanding. Well one day during this time off, I get a call from Mr. Manager. He tells me that my family is not important, this little 5 year old with a mother who is practically on life support is not important, and I need to come back to work and take care of my duties there. I tell you, he is just a regular asshole. Not to mention he's about 400 lbs., over six feet tall, and the biggest fucking flamer you could imagine. He used to have little twinks come for "interviews" in his office and we all knew he was really getting blow jobs and god knows what else from them. Ick.
But, I have gotten away from my point!
This girl was totally wasted, oh my god. And she was dressed like a prostitute, seriously, her skirt was so short that when she walked she had to keep tugging it down so no one would see her crack and cooch. We headed over to the Dub Pub, why, I don't know. She was like, "Let me buy you a shot!" so I said that would be swell. We talked about the asshole some more, and then she got this bright idea to give me a spontaneous makeover. Well the wine was starting to set in and the shot we did was also, so I said what the heck. We went to the bathroom and she attacked me with her makeup case. The end result was pretty awesome, except for she colored in my eyebrows... I looked cool until that happened, and then I looked like an old hooker. OH my god. When she wasn't looking I tried to rub some of it off, and it worked a little bit so at least I didn't look like a old hooker anymore. Now I just looked fake. The guys at the bar that she was trying to hook us up with said it looked fine, but I just couldn't believe them. She bought me another shot and we left because she had to go up to Sawmill to get her friend or something. I worried about her driving because she was really so so so drunk, but she told me that one DUI doesn't matter when you've already got one. Whatever.
I headed over to Eldo's, and on the way I just felt drunker. It was shitty. When I got there I drank a ton of water while I talked to TD and MN (formerly mentioned as Mrm.) I sang alright, but I was starting to be un-drunkish a little so I didn't sing as well as I could have. That sucked because I really wanted to impress my friends. Damn wine! I hate when I'm "coming down" from be drunk, it makes me feel crappy. Anyway, we had a great time. Poke came in and he was literally all over me. I kept telling him that nothing could happen because I've got a boyfriend, etc. etc. etc., but he would not give up. He kept asking for a kiss so I finally I kissed him. I told SL about it this morning and he said that was okay, because after that Poke pretty much let me alone. He hates Poke anyway so I guess that's just another reason to keep hating him! Anyway, Wolfy was there, so was TomCat, Moose, and B the BDI. B's girlfriend came over to me at one point and told me that they didn't hate me or weren't angry with me or anything, because of what happened with SS/Jms, and that was cool. She said that B really had nothing to do with the situation, and since he and I have been friends longer than I have even known SS/Jms, it was alright. He smiled at me and waved hi, so that was cool, but I didn't really get to talk to him. Overall, a good evening.
Today is St. Patrick's Day, yippy. Green beer, woo-hoo! The Bishop has declared that Catholics can eat meat today, even though it's not allowed normally during Lent to eat meat on Fridays. The only catch is that the meat that is being eaten must be celebratory meat, ie, a St. Patrick's Day CornBeef and Sauerkraut meal or something. Can't just eat meat when you want. Also, you do not have to adhere to the rule of fasting, ie, whatever you gave up. So today, I am allowed to drink beer. Yay! I probably won't eat any meat though. As I sit and think about the Irish, it brings to mind another set of Alcoholics - the Native Americans.
Okay, I'll admit that was a terrible seagueway to a new paragraph, but whatever. I had to bring up this bitch in some way! Even though I've moved on with my life, it's apparent that some people haven't. I got an Instant Message from SS this morning, and it was as follows:
mamaturtle2000 (3/17/2006 10:01:14 AM): You were lookin a little loser-ish last night, and as usual, I'm at home with my family and you're out getting drunk. How truly, truly sad
Time to go eat mac'n'cheese. Late.
15 March 2006
14 March 2006
Ah Yes, We are Thick as Thieves
Well...
What a week. Even though it's only Tuesday.
The sad news is GMc might move back to Canada. The good news is that I would now have someone to visit in Canada. The better news is that if he does in fact decide to go to Canada, there is a 95% chance that I can buy his house. The bad news is that my monthly housing payment would go from $557.00 to $958.00-ish, plus taxes and insurance escrowed (about $50 and $217) at a grand total of about $1,225.00. It's $667.00 more, but with SL living here it would be no problem. Also we could put all the utilities in his name to get a fresh start, without having to carry over the $739 gas bill (I just rec'd yesterday) or others. We wouldn't have to have Insight Cable, we could pick WOW! which is much better and way cheaper, for both cable and internet... (haha I just sounded like a commercial!) Overall, buying the house would not only be a good investment, but it would be the chance of a lifetime. It's not too far from work, I think it's like eight miles (considering I live exactly 2.0 miles from work now...) But it seems like a good idea, even though my monthly payment would be doubling. I already know I qualify, I've been pre-approved, so now we just have to make sure all the numbers are in order and GMc is down with it. Yay! And it's cool, because I already know what the house is like inside, GMc is having some worked-owed to him done by J2 and Cool R., such as some exterior work and a paint job inside, and I think Cool R. might be putting in some carpet or something. The only things that would probably need fixed would be whatever was found in the inspection. Of course I would need to clean from top to bottom, not because GMc is a dirty person (hardly!) but because I'm all anal about living in someone else's space. Yeah... It's an awful lot to think about, but I'm ready. Plus I have a home buyer's clause in my apartment lease which saves me from any monetary penalties upon breaking my lease to buy a house. The only thing is that I don't get my security deposit back, but that's fine because due to the kittens and their shenanigans I probably wouldn't get it back anyway!
I thought it would be a long time until I bought another house, but it looks like my luck is changing. That rocks.
So tonight I am meeting up with NB for the first time since about September. I have to pick him up because his car got destroyed by a drunk driver back in December, but that's alright, I don't mind. I just hope he doesn't try to put the moves on, haha. He's been awfully respectful of my relationship with SL, and I'm really hoping that we can have a real adult friendship. Not that he's the most important person in the world to me, of course, but we have a lot in common, we get along great, etc. The only reasons we really didn't date was because he had a child in Texas (well, since then the kid has moved here), his divorce wasn't final yet, and he works the graveyard shift and didn't feel he had time for a girlfriend. The fact that I had "dated" his brother and that was a big mess probably didn't help either! SB never had anything to do with NB and me though, so I don't think that was a huge factor. Anyway.
Last night I fell asleep around 23:00 I think... or it may have been closer to 22:30... Not sure. All I know is that I was fucking exhausted because I had been up until almost 06:00 Monday morning, on the phone with SL. We were fighting about stupid shit, because I'm too pesimistic and I think too much about MMA, and I feel that he always has to be so proud and know-it-all-ish. We just kept talking and talking and talking, and I'm pretty sure we got things resolved, for the most part. I think a lot of the reason why we fight so much is that I am miserable, and I'm sure that once I have this divorce through with I will feel much better. MMA is just a black spot on my life, and unfortunately until I get the divorce, that black spot is a black cloud hanging over. But I digress.
I fell asleep early, and I must have been into the deep REM because when my phone rang at 12:22, I was so confused. I kept staring at it, and finally pressed the talk button thinking that the phone was trying to talk to me and that's why it was crying (yeah... me and phones, when I'm sleeping, are not cool.) So I pressed the button, and listened, and I hear, "Hello?" and I say, "Who is this? Hello?" At this point I'm so scared that my phone-child is talking back to me, and I'm about to hang up when I hear, "Hello? Kel? It's I**." Which was the point when I woke up, and realised that I was talking to Poke. He had used his real name and it was strange because I always call him I** in real life, but not on here, and he always calls himself Poke. Strange. He wanted me to come to karaoke at Brewstir's on Sunbury, but I was sleeping so I said no, plus I told him how broke I still am until tomorrow when I get paid. We talked about things, generic things, and he asked if I was still not drinking beer, and I said yes except for on Sundays because you're allowed to do whatever you gave up on Sundays, and he said he would like to see me soon because it has been a long time. I said that would be swell and we would get together Thursday. Then I hung up the phone and immediately fell asleep.
I was told once that all my friends have either fucked me or want to fuck me, and that kinda irritated me a little bit. But when I realised that it isn't true, I was not irritated anymore. Then I thought about it - maybe I do hang out with a lot of guys that I have hooked up with, but I've only had about six one-night stands out of the fifty guys I've slept with. All the rest have either been my boyfriend, my "fuck-buddy", or my husband. And of the six one-night stands, only two of those guys have I never seen again. The other three went like this: either we decided that it wasn't a good idea, and once was enough, or we just never found ourselves in that position again (no pun intended), or there just wasn't chemistry. The last one was DS, and he can go stick something up his ass because even after banging him, I still think he's gay. But my point of all this is such - Of all the friends I have, they are all truly my friends, whether or not I slept with them in the past. That's all. Of all the friends that I have lost over the years, to their lack of loyalty, to their petty ways, to whatever... there was only one of them that is on The List, and that's TM. And that friendship wasn't like a normal friendship. My friends are good friends, and they are there for me when I need them.
I just realised I'm going on a tangent and I need a cigarette so I'm done for now.
Now, a great song by Jason Mraz. I love that guy.
What a week. Even though it's only Tuesday.
The sad news is GMc might move back to Canada. The good news is that I would now have someone to visit in Canada. The better news is that if he does in fact decide to go to Canada, there is a 95% chance that I can buy his house. The bad news is that my monthly housing payment would go from $557.00 to $958.00-ish, plus taxes and insurance escrowed (about $50 and $217) at a grand total of about $1,225.00. It's $667.00 more, but with SL living here it would be no problem. Also we could put all the utilities in his name to get a fresh start, without having to carry over the $739 gas bill (I just rec'd yesterday) or others. We wouldn't have to have Insight Cable, we could pick WOW! which is much better and way cheaper, for both cable and internet... (haha I just sounded like a commercial!) Overall, buying the house would not only be a good investment, but it would be the chance of a lifetime. It's not too far from work, I think it's like eight miles (considering I live exactly 2.0 miles from work now...) But it seems like a good idea, even though my monthly payment would be doubling. I already know I qualify, I've been pre-approved, so now we just have to make sure all the numbers are in order and GMc is down with it. Yay! And it's cool, because I already know what the house is like inside, GMc is having some worked-owed to him done by J2 and Cool R., such as some exterior work and a paint job inside, and I think Cool R. might be putting in some carpet or something. The only things that would probably need fixed would be whatever was found in the inspection. Of course I would need to clean from top to bottom, not because GMc is a dirty person (hardly!) but because I'm all anal about living in someone else's space. Yeah... It's an awful lot to think about, but I'm ready. Plus I have a home buyer's clause in my apartment lease which saves me from any monetary penalties upon breaking my lease to buy a house. The only thing is that I don't get my security deposit back, but that's fine because due to the kittens and their shenanigans I probably wouldn't get it back anyway!
I thought it would be a long time until I bought another house, but it looks like my luck is changing. That rocks.
So tonight I am meeting up with NB for the first time since about September. I have to pick him up because his car got destroyed by a drunk driver back in December, but that's alright, I don't mind. I just hope he doesn't try to put the moves on, haha. He's been awfully respectful of my relationship with SL, and I'm really hoping that we can have a real adult friendship. Not that he's the most important person in the world to me, of course, but we have a lot in common, we get along great, etc. The only reasons we really didn't date was because he had a child in Texas (well, since then the kid has moved here), his divorce wasn't final yet, and he works the graveyard shift and didn't feel he had time for a girlfriend. The fact that I had "dated" his brother and that was a big mess probably didn't help either! SB never had anything to do with NB and me though, so I don't think that was a huge factor. Anyway.
Last night I fell asleep around 23:00 I think... or it may have been closer to 22:30... Not sure. All I know is that I was fucking exhausted because I had been up until almost 06:00 Monday morning, on the phone with SL. We were fighting about stupid shit, because I'm too pesimistic and I think too much about MMA, and I feel that he always has to be so proud and know-it-all-ish. We just kept talking and talking and talking, and I'm pretty sure we got things resolved, for the most part. I think a lot of the reason why we fight so much is that I am miserable, and I'm sure that once I have this divorce through with I will feel much better. MMA is just a black spot on my life, and unfortunately until I get the divorce, that black spot is a black cloud hanging over. But I digress.
I fell asleep early, and I must have been into the deep REM because when my phone rang at 12:22, I was so confused. I kept staring at it, and finally pressed the talk button thinking that the phone was trying to talk to me and that's why it was crying (yeah... me and phones, when I'm sleeping, are not cool.) So I pressed the button, and listened, and I hear, "Hello?" and I say, "Who is this? Hello?" At this point I'm so scared that my phone-child is talking back to me, and I'm about to hang up when I hear, "Hello? Kel? It's I**." Which was the point when I woke up, and realised that I was talking to Poke. He had used his real name and it was strange because I always call him I** in real life, but not on here, and he always calls himself Poke. Strange. He wanted me to come to karaoke at Brewstir's on Sunbury, but I was sleeping so I said no, plus I told him how broke I still am until tomorrow when I get paid. We talked about things, generic things, and he asked if I was still not drinking beer, and I said yes except for on Sundays because you're allowed to do whatever you gave up on Sundays, and he said he would like to see me soon because it has been a long time. I said that would be swell and we would get together Thursday. Then I hung up the phone and immediately fell asleep.
I was told once that all my friends have either fucked me or want to fuck me, and that kinda irritated me a little bit. But when I realised that it isn't true, I was not irritated anymore. Then I thought about it - maybe I do hang out with a lot of guys that I have hooked up with, but I've only had about six one-night stands out of the fifty guys I've slept with. All the rest have either been my boyfriend, my "fuck-buddy", or my husband. And of the six one-night stands, only two of those guys have I never seen again. The other three went like this: either we decided that it wasn't a good idea, and once was enough, or we just never found ourselves in that position again (no pun intended), or there just wasn't chemistry. The last one was DS, and he can go stick something up his ass because even after banging him, I still think he's gay. But my point of all this is such - Of all the friends I have, they are all truly my friends, whether or not I slept with them in the past. That's all. Of all the friends that I have lost over the years, to their lack of loyalty, to their petty ways, to whatever... there was only one of them that is on The List, and that's TM. And that friendship wasn't like a normal friendship. My friends are good friends, and they are there for me when I need them.
I just realised I'm going on a tangent and I need a cigarette so I'm done for now.
Now, a great song by Jason Mraz. I love that guy.
"The Boy is Gone"
The boy's gone. The boy's gone home.
What will happen to a face in the crowd
when it finally gets too crowded.
And will happen to the origins of sound
after all the sounds have sounded
Well I hope I never have to see that day
but by god I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy
now that the boy's going home.
The boy's gone home.
And what becomes of a day for those
who rage against it
And who will sum op the phrase for all
left standing around in it
Well I suppose we'll all make
our judgement call
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall,
then march to the fall
So we better be happy now
that we'll all go home.
Be so happy with the way you are
Be so happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now. Please be happy now
Because this is something else
this is something else
I tried to live my life and live it so well
But when it's all over is it heaven
or is it hell
I better be happy now that no one can tell,
nobody knows
I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am
I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand for
I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home.
The boy's gone home.
12 March 2006
Another One... again.
Weird Dream # 493... I'd imagine.
I dreamt that I was on some sort of field trip, possibly a class reunion, with kids that I went to K-8 with. At one point we stopped at a gas station, and I had to pee. Some little girls had to also, so I volunteered to take them with me. Turned out that the bathroom was a shitty one-person, so I had to wait for the little girls to go then I told them to wait while I went. They were waiting just fine and I was almost done, when someone tried to open the door. The door wasn't very secure, and in fact I was holding it closed, and yelled, "Someone's in here!" The person on the other side kept trying to open the door, and I was almost being pulled off the toilet trying to keep it closed. Finally they got the better of me, and it swung open while I was still sitting there trying to pee. RB from work and this guy I went to high school with, TJG, were standing there laughing. I was like, "What the fuck guys, didn't you hear me yell someone was in here?" They said no, they had seen someone walk away from the door and it was open so they thought it was unoccupied. I thought that was a load of shit, and I said so. They just kept laughing, I finished peeing, and by this time the little girls had ran back to the bus so I just pulled up my jeans and walked out. I wanted to find some anti-bacterial hand lotion to buy, since I hadn't washed my hands, and when I walked into the gas station store, everyone I saw was laughing at me or talking about me, how I had let the door be open when I was peeing. It got to be so ridiculous that I literally punched some girls in their faces. Several times. Then people were pissed off at me for being pissed off that they were laughing. I ended up going around and punching all kinds of people in the face - girls, boys, people I didn't know, it didn't matter. Everyone was laughing at me and making fun of me, and making me look like a fool. Finally I got on the bus and sat and waited for it to be over. The next stop was my stop and I could have just walked but it was a little bit too far. Some girl came and sat by me, and scowled. I asked her why she was sitting by me - didn't she hate me or want to laugh at me like everyone else? She said yes, she did, and in fact I had punched her in the mouth earlier... But she knew that I was a generous person and a fool and she wanted to still be my friend in case she needed me later in life. I told her to fuck off, just saying that had ended the friendship, and then she got pissed at me because, "Wouldn't I rather her be honest than lie?" and I said, "Not in that case." She stomped off the bus.
I must have either switched dreams or "gone to commercial" at this point, because the next thing I knew I was at my old house on 2nd Ave, except I didn't live there. My old boyfriend JJN lived there, and I had come to see how he had fixed up the place. Zara was there with me, for "moral support" and we came in two cars. We went in, JJN hadn't really done much with it except put in new carpeting. We ate some sandwiches and chips and watched a little bit of TV, and then I said it was time to go. JJN had fallen asleep on the couch, so Zara and I just walked out. She got in her car, which was a funky looking green Saturn (not her real life car) and I walked up half a block and got in mine. I had to no problem pulling out of the space, even though I was parallel parked, and turned around and drove down the street towards High. When I passed her, she was still waiting to get out, but I didn't have time to stop and let her go before me. As I looked over at the house, JJN was outside crouched by a tree and smoking a cigarette (he doesn't smoke in real life.) I honked and he waved and that was it. I woke up.
I'm thinking that this dream happened because I've been so angry the last few days, remembering all the times people screwed me over. It's not that I hold a grudge, really, but it's not fair that I have to suffer over their shittiness for the rest of my life, while they move on, happy as goddamn clams. For instance: 4th grade: I had just discovered sour cream and onion chips. I was hanging out on the bleachers at school because my mom worked at the villa there and I had to wait for her to be done so we could go home. I had a bag of chips with me, just chillin' there, eating them, and this girl, Staci, came along with my friend Sarah Z. Staci conned that bag out of my hands by promising that she would bring me a new bag the next day. She never brought me one. Ever. She was the same girl who conned dollars out of me when they put the nacho machine in, and never paid me back. I would assume, that with interest, she probably owes me about $200 and 4 bags of chips. The big bags.
The same thing still continues today. DS (the gay half-breed) got so much free cocaine from me, so many drinks, fucked me over on this computer, stole my game, fucked me literally, and I'm left with a piece of shit computer, no RCT3, and the thought in my mind that I had sex with him... it's not that I regret it... but kinda. And out of all the men I've been with, he really is the only one I regret a little. I think it's because of all the other shit he did to me. There are so many others I could talk about - TM who not only stole money and DVDs and my wedding rings, but also got me addicted to cocaine; MMA who literally ruined my life, I lost my house and car and so on... but the worst part about MMA is that several times he went on a rampage and threw out things from my childhood that I had, just so I wouldn't think of my family. I don't know if I still have my rosary from my First Communion or not, several books my mom had made for me, cards I got when I was little... all gone. Every single one. Cards that I had gotten from people who are now dead that I rec'd when I was born! He really is a terrible person.
I guess I'm done being angry for today. It gives me a headache. I think that's why I've been so achey all weekend - because I've been so miserable about shit I can't change. Bah - back to trying to be optimistic.
On a happier note, Happy Birthday, SL!
I dreamt that I was on some sort of field trip, possibly a class reunion, with kids that I went to K-8 with. At one point we stopped at a gas station, and I had to pee. Some little girls had to also, so I volunteered to take them with me. Turned out that the bathroom was a shitty one-person, so I had to wait for the little girls to go then I told them to wait while I went. They were waiting just fine and I was almost done, when someone tried to open the door. The door wasn't very secure, and in fact I was holding it closed, and yelled, "Someone's in here!" The person on the other side kept trying to open the door, and I was almost being pulled off the toilet trying to keep it closed. Finally they got the better of me, and it swung open while I was still sitting there trying to pee. RB from work and this guy I went to high school with, TJG, were standing there laughing. I was like, "What the fuck guys, didn't you hear me yell someone was in here?" They said no, they had seen someone walk away from the door and it was open so they thought it was unoccupied. I thought that was a load of shit, and I said so. They just kept laughing, I finished peeing, and by this time the little girls had ran back to the bus so I just pulled up my jeans and walked out. I wanted to find some anti-bacterial hand lotion to buy, since I hadn't washed my hands, and when I walked into the gas station store, everyone I saw was laughing at me or talking about me, how I had let the door be open when I was peeing. It got to be so ridiculous that I literally punched some girls in their faces. Several times. Then people were pissed off at me for being pissed off that they were laughing. I ended up going around and punching all kinds of people in the face - girls, boys, people I didn't know, it didn't matter. Everyone was laughing at me and making fun of me, and making me look like a fool. Finally I got on the bus and sat and waited for it to be over. The next stop was my stop and I could have just walked but it was a little bit too far. Some girl came and sat by me, and scowled. I asked her why she was sitting by me - didn't she hate me or want to laugh at me like everyone else? She said yes, she did, and in fact I had punched her in the mouth earlier... But she knew that I was a generous person and a fool and she wanted to still be my friend in case she needed me later in life. I told her to fuck off, just saying that had ended the friendship, and then she got pissed at me because, "Wouldn't I rather her be honest than lie?" and I said, "Not in that case." She stomped off the bus.
I must have either switched dreams or "gone to commercial" at this point, because the next thing I knew I was at my old house on 2nd Ave, except I didn't live there. My old boyfriend JJN lived there, and I had come to see how he had fixed up the place. Zara was there with me, for "moral support" and we came in two cars. We went in, JJN hadn't really done much with it except put in new carpeting. We ate some sandwiches and chips and watched a little bit of TV, and then I said it was time to go. JJN had fallen asleep on the couch, so Zara and I just walked out. She got in her car, which was a funky looking green Saturn (not her real life car) and I walked up half a block and got in mine. I had to no problem pulling out of the space, even though I was parallel parked, and turned around and drove down the street towards High. When I passed her, she was still waiting to get out, but I didn't have time to stop and let her go before me. As I looked over at the house, JJN was outside crouched by a tree and smoking a cigarette (he doesn't smoke in real life.) I honked and he waved and that was it. I woke up.
I'm thinking that this dream happened because I've been so angry the last few days, remembering all the times people screwed me over. It's not that I hold a grudge, really, but it's not fair that I have to suffer over their shittiness for the rest of my life, while they move on, happy as goddamn clams. For instance: 4th grade: I had just discovered sour cream and onion chips. I was hanging out on the bleachers at school because my mom worked at the villa there and I had to wait for her to be done so we could go home. I had a bag of chips with me, just chillin' there, eating them, and this girl, Staci, came along with my friend Sarah Z. Staci conned that bag out of my hands by promising that she would bring me a new bag the next day. She never brought me one. Ever. She was the same girl who conned dollars out of me when they put the nacho machine in, and never paid me back. I would assume, that with interest, she probably owes me about $200 and 4 bags of chips. The big bags.
The same thing still continues today. DS (the gay half-breed) got so much free cocaine from me, so many drinks, fucked me over on this computer, stole my game, fucked me literally, and I'm left with a piece of shit computer, no RCT3, and the thought in my mind that I had sex with him... it's not that I regret it... but kinda. And out of all the men I've been with, he really is the only one I regret a little. I think it's because of all the other shit he did to me. There are so many others I could talk about - TM who not only stole money and DVDs and my wedding rings, but also got me addicted to cocaine; MMA who literally ruined my life, I lost my house and car and so on... but the worst part about MMA is that several times he went on a rampage and threw out things from my childhood that I had, just so I wouldn't think of my family. I don't know if I still have my rosary from my First Communion or not, several books my mom had made for me, cards I got when I was little... all gone. Every single one. Cards that I had gotten from people who are now dead that I rec'd when I was born! He really is a terrible person.
I guess I'm done being angry for today. It gives me a headache. I think that's why I've been so achey all weekend - because I've been so miserable about shit I can't change. Bah - back to trying to be optimistic.
On a happier note, Happy Birthday, SL!
08 March 2006
Marlboro Menthol Lights in a box please.
I've been smoking the same cigarettes for almost all of the 13 years I've been a smoker. Sometimes I wonder what Philip Morris has done with all that money... and what I could have done with it. Oh well. Now I save Marlboro Miles and maybe some day I'll be able to get that swell bomber jacket!
Well today was an interesting day. I suppose I should start with last night, really. I went to Zuey's for a few hours with KP. Since I've given up beer, I had so much trouble trying to figure out what I wanted to drink. I started with the bombs- Cherry, then Grape (nasty) and lastly, Berry (tastes like cough syrup.) By that time, because I literally drank all three of those within about 15 minutes, I was warm inside. KP finally showed up, and of course, she was drinking beer. I was so envious. The boring kid came in for a minute, and he bought me a Jaeger bomb, which I am starting to once again enjoy. I had a half of a glass of beer because I have to follow Jaeger with beer just because of the weird funky taste it leaves in my mouth. I had a few other drinks, and ended up spending more than I'm used to. It kinda sucked, but I suppose that not drinking beer, which is wicked cheap, has it's price. Ha.
We had a blast at Zuey's, I love hanging out with fun people who like to have fun. Too often I find myself hanging around losers who do nothing but complain about everything around them, and that brings me down. I've finally figured this out after all this time, I'm not sure what took me so long... Anyway. We played this battle of the sexes game, which I rocked at, and that was okay. We didn't really keep score or anything or have a game board, it was pretty much just KL reading the questions. KP was good too, and this one kid, and of course JD and The Mean Guy knew their stuff. Everyone was surprised at how many of the really hard questions I knew. See, I guess they just don't know me that well and have not yet realised my infinite wisdom. Alright, I won't go that far, but I am really, really intelligent. I scored high on my tests.
KP and I went back to her house, and she made some Hamburger Helper for our toasted asses. It was good, but way hot, and I gave some to Spike the Dog. I couldn't stay because I'm not comfortable sleeping at other people's houses, and for some reason my nose tells me that her apartment smells like gas. She doesn't notice it, but it hits me hard. So I went home and talked to SL for awhile and then passed out. I woke up around 07:24, confused because I was holding the phone in my hand. Apparently I had forgotten to plug it in... oh well. The Today Show was on, and it was something about something I didn't care about, so I went back to sleep. I finally woke up around 08:45 and hauled my ass out of bed. I kept smelling the smell of gas, and it was really making me sick. I felt sick all day right up until now. I've eaten stuff, like ND brought in McDonald's for me and I had some Mac'n'Cheese for lunch and a little bit of chinese food (from the crock pot) for dinner, but still my stomach is like Yikes. Oh well.
MMA instant messaged me today, offering to contribute his tax refund towards the divorce. I am wondering what his motivation is because I know that simply getting the divorce isn't enough. I bet he wants to get married to the girl he was dating... if they're still dating... who knows. All I know is that I have $100.00 saved so we'll see what happens and when. I'm not too concerned about it, I'm not getting married for almost a year yet.
I'm a little bit sad right now because SL was supposed to come back next Thursday but he might have to stay in Florida longer. It's not for legal reasons or anything like that, he just hasn't been able to get any work through the labor ready place, and so he only has a little bit of money saved up. Of course, everyday he waits to buy the ticket, the price goes up more. I'll probably PayPal him a couple bucks to contribute, just so I can get him here sooner. He heard back from one of his prospects for a job here, and it seems really promising. The guy told him that he really wants SL for the position, and he's waiting for him to come back to interview him in person. I hope he gets that job, it's really really great and the pay is awesome. He would be making almost as much as I am, and more than someone who works at a gas station or in a meat department at the grocery store.
Speaking of gas again, I got a new furnace. This makes me happy. They knocked money off my rent, to compensate for the retarded gas bill, and that made me happy too. All in all, now that I've let go of this bullshit and I'm moving on with my life, I'm generally in a better mood. I'm making a valiant effort to be optimistic, and it's working! The less depressing losers I hang out with, the better off I am. Now that there aren't those kind of people in my life anymore, it's gravy. Yay for me. I rock.
Oh, and because I know she's going to read this:
SS, sending me emails and instant messages is pointless. You're wasting your time. I'm not going to stoop to your level. Have a wonderful life; I hope everything goes the way you want it. It's been real, and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. Move on and focus your energy on your children and your husband. I'm not a part of your life anymore.
The End.
Well today was an interesting day. I suppose I should start with last night, really. I went to Zuey's for a few hours with KP. Since I've given up beer, I had so much trouble trying to figure out what I wanted to drink. I started with the bombs- Cherry, then Grape (nasty) and lastly, Berry (tastes like cough syrup.) By that time, because I literally drank all three of those within about 15 minutes, I was warm inside. KP finally showed up, and of course, she was drinking beer. I was so envious. The boring kid came in for a minute, and he bought me a Jaeger bomb, which I am starting to once again enjoy. I had a half of a glass of beer because I have to follow Jaeger with beer just because of the weird funky taste it leaves in my mouth. I had a few other drinks, and ended up spending more than I'm used to. It kinda sucked, but I suppose that not drinking beer, which is wicked cheap, has it's price. Ha.
We had a blast at Zuey's, I love hanging out with fun people who like to have fun. Too often I find myself hanging around losers who do nothing but complain about everything around them, and that brings me down. I've finally figured this out after all this time, I'm not sure what took me so long... Anyway. We played this battle of the sexes game, which I rocked at, and that was okay. We didn't really keep score or anything or have a game board, it was pretty much just KL reading the questions. KP was good too, and this one kid, and of course JD and The Mean Guy knew their stuff. Everyone was surprised at how many of the really hard questions I knew. See, I guess they just don't know me that well and have not yet realised my infinite wisdom. Alright, I won't go that far, but I am really, really intelligent. I scored high on my tests.
KP and I went back to her house, and she made some Hamburger Helper for our toasted asses. It was good, but way hot, and I gave some to Spike the Dog. I couldn't stay because I'm not comfortable sleeping at other people's houses, and for some reason my nose tells me that her apartment smells like gas. She doesn't notice it, but it hits me hard. So I went home and talked to SL for awhile and then passed out. I woke up around 07:24, confused because I was holding the phone in my hand. Apparently I had forgotten to plug it in... oh well. The Today Show was on, and it was something about something I didn't care about, so I went back to sleep. I finally woke up around 08:45 and hauled my ass out of bed. I kept smelling the smell of gas, and it was really making me sick. I felt sick all day right up until now. I've eaten stuff, like ND brought in McDonald's for me and I had some Mac'n'Cheese for lunch and a little bit of chinese food (from the crock pot) for dinner, but still my stomach is like Yikes. Oh well.
MMA instant messaged me today, offering to contribute his tax refund towards the divorce. I am wondering what his motivation is because I know that simply getting the divorce isn't enough. I bet he wants to get married to the girl he was dating... if they're still dating... who knows. All I know is that I have $100.00 saved so we'll see what happens and when. I'm not too concerned about it, I'm not getting married for almost a year yet.
I'm a little bit sad right now because SL was supposed to come back next Thursday but he might have to stay in Florida longer. It's not for legal reasons or anything like that, he just hasn't been able to get any work through the labor ready place, and so he only has a little bit of money saved up. Of course, everyday he waits to buy the ticket, the price goes up more. I'll probably PayPal him a couple bucks to contribute, just so I can get him here sooner. He heard back from one of his prospects for a job here, and it seems really promising. The guy told him that he really wants SL for the position, and he's waiting for him to come back to interview him in person. I hope he gets that job, it's really really great and the pay is awesome. He would be making almost as much as I am, and more than someone who works at a gas station or in a meat department at the grocery store.
Speaking of gas again, I got a new furnace. This makes me happy. They knocked money off my rent, to compensate for the retarded gas bill, and that made me happy too. All in all, now that I've let go of this bullshit and I'm moving on with my life, I'm generally in a better mood. I'm making a valiant effort to be optimistic, and it's working! The less depressing losers I hang out with, the better off I am. Now that there aren't those kind of people in my life anymore, it's gravy. Yay for me. I rock.
Oh, and because I know she's going to read this:
SS, sending me emails and instant messages is pointless. You're wasting your time. I'm not going to stoop to your level. Have a wonderful life; I hope everything goes the way you want it. It's been real, and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. Move on and focus your energy on your children and your husband. I'm not a part of your life anymore.
The End.
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