Ah, you forced me into it

Since I'm bored I figured I'd update with real words. Something pretty awesome just happened to me and I feel special. My ops manager just asked a question and I had the right answer! I felt smart because no one else would have had the answer except me. Yay.

Anyway. Let's see... we'll talk about KS first. I don't know what is going on. He was all about me back then, then it kinda dropped off, then last Friday I went up to Groucho's with Bishop and since KS didn't call me that week like he said he would, I didn't walk over and talk to him. While I was singing my first song, he used the bartender's cell phone to call me and leave me a message saying he was sorry he hadn't called, he'd been busy, etc. Whatever. So I looked up and smiled and went over and talked to him for a little bit and it was alright. He acted like nothing was wrong, so I assumed nothing was. Anyway. He hasn't called me this week either, so tomorrow if I see him I'm going to ask him why cuz this is all very ghey.

Saturday night Bishop, JRod and I went up to Trump's for Cinco de Mayo and the Mayweather vs de la Hoya boxing match. Fun times. I was druuuuunk. Only spent $18 too. That was good. Sunday I stayed in cuz I had gone out Friday and Saturday and BI hadn't paid me rent, so I was broke (I still am. He'll owe me $320 as of Sunday.)

Monday and Tuesday I took off work for some vacation days. Monday I cleaned the whole house and Tuesday I pretty much did nothing. I went to Bob Evans in the morning because I was dying for some pancakes and then I went to Sapporo in the afternoon for sushi and tempura. I bought some goldfish and a bowl after dinner (ironic, huh?) and went home and set it all up. I named them Martin and Lorenzo (see previous post.) Yesterday when I got home, Martin was kinda mulling around slowly and Lorenzo was completely still... yep, I killed the goldfish after one freakin' day. One of two things happened, or a combination - I think I put too much anti-chlorine solution in the water, and I think that having the bowl in the window might've baked them a little... yeah... So I put the bowl on the other dresser, out of the sun, emptied out 1/2 the water and so far Martin is doing okay. Lorenzo got flushed. It was gross.

Last night I watched a really lot of I Love the 70's Volume Two on VH-1 Classic. BI wasn't home when I got home, so I made a lot of random food and ate it all. I don't know why I was so starving. Probably PMS. Oh well. Anyway, at 05:36 this morning, BI busted into my room, drunk, and jumped on me. I started screaming bloody murder because I had no idea what was happening, having been naked and asleep under the covers when he attacked me. I was like WTF! and he apologized a bunch. Then he said something random about how I should have white sheets because it's much more heavenly, and as he was walking out the door he asked me what I was watching on TV and I said NickToons and he was like "See! This is why I want to sleep with you!" I locked the door. I think I might have to lock the door from now on. I don't know if he really likes me or something, and can't say it unless he's wasted, or if he just loses his mind when he's drunk... I don't know. But it's kinda getting annoying.

Tonight Bishop and I are going to the movies I guess. Should be interesting... I've been to the movies a lot this year. I don't even know what's out!! Tomorrow Valdez is coming to town and we're gonna hit up Fiesta Jalisco and then some karaoke. I hope I can find some money.

Picture This

So, since I'm a lazy little bitch, I'm just gonna post pictures for awhile. You won't get to read about my life, but you'll get to see swell pictures. Yay for you.


First, some cats.

Here's Fox cleaning the George Foreman Grill for me.


Here's Sheeba on my lap, stretched out like a gorilla.


Here's a funny comic I saw in the Sunday paper.



Gary on Cinco de Mayo.


Me on Cinco de Mayo.



Valdez on Cinco de Mayo.



Modern Art - Spicy Miso Soup.



Modern Art - Wind Rolls.



Modern Art - Sushi up close and personal.


Modern Art - Sushi in a row.


Modern Art - After the lovin'.



Modern Art - Water with straw.


My new pets - Martin (white spots) and Lorenzo (mustache - RIP he only lived one day!)


Martin and Lorenzo (RIP)

Me kissing my newest boyfriend, Franzia.



Bishop and his son.


Bishop's son and his big teddy!


KS. Very shitty. He's the white blob in the middle...

An Evil Thought?

My exes usually have really ugly girlfriends after me. That makes me happy. I can only think of one ex who has a pretty new girl, and he married her, so yay. Now they have cute kids.

I'm glad I'm so purty.

Mas en Cinco de Mayo a otra dia

Pero para ahora, este blog me está haciendo enojado. Finalmente conseguí una disposición dulce y entonces quienquiera la hizo decidida para quitar el cuadro principal de él. ¡Poop en todo! Me cuelgan realmente sobre hoy. Mi, mi, mi.

Emu!

A Couple of Pics, Randomly.

Here's Fox's eye.


Here's Fox stretching out sexy-like.



Sheeba, blurry.



Mickey sleeping - awww!



Bishop at work.



Me at work.



BI's cat, Natasia.



Natasia lookin' at no food.



Me looking absolutely stunning. It's amazing.

Fun Times in the ER

So, for the last two weeks I've had this dull pain on my right side of my abdomen kinda by my hip. I chalked it up to stress, since work has been all fucked up. Well last night, I was chillin' in the basement, surfing the internet and such, drinkin' a few beers. I went to stand up and fell to my knees in severe pain. I thought my appendix had ruptured, so I called for BI but he was 2 floors up with his door closed and the TV on. I called 9-1-1 then, and they sent the squad over. I made my way slowly and painfully up to the living room to open the door for them. They checked me out and decided to take me to St. Ann's.
I called my parents when I got there, and they came down right away. The doctors/nurses worked on me pretty quickly, taking blood samples, doing a pelvic exam, and so forth. The EMS had hooked me up to an IV of saline solution and it was all slowly dripping into me. So then they're like, "Well we're gonna do a CT Scan, you have to drink this stuff." It was two cups (like a medium sized coffee type cup) of orange juice with some nuclear solution in it. That wasn't too bad, it just took me a long time because I had to drink one cup in 30 minutes, wait 30 minutes, then drink the next cup. I barely finished the last one and thankfully the CT Scan guy dumped out the last five-six sips cuz otherwise I would have yakked.
We headed down to the CT Scan room, and I was transferred to the special bed and then he stuck this thing up my bum and filled my intestines with nuclear fluid. I didn't feel violated so much because someone shoved something up my ass, but more because he was filling my intestines up and I could feel it and I could actually see my belly getting bigger. It was awful. Then he put this dye in my veins and it felt so fucking weird and gave me hot flashes all over my body and a weird taste in my mouth. It was probably the most excrutiating ten minutes of my life.
We went back to the room and I waited for about an hour for the actual doctor to come in. He said that my appendix was fine, but I had bleeding in my abdominal wall and an ovarian cyst. Not fun, but better than appendicitis cuz there is no surgery involved. Anyway, they gave me a prescription for Vicodin since there's nothing they can really do. Apparently when my period comes next the cyst will most likely rupture and everything will be fine. Til then, it's big pain for the Kel-Bell.

Here's my arm.

Here's my other arm.

Here's me!

Here's my blood that the EMT so carelessly let leak out of my arm.

A Plea to all the Stupid Fuckers.

Please,

Do not blame me if your fax machine does not work.
Do not put on your right turn signal if you are turning left and vice versa.
Drive at least the speed limit... not 5 under or 10 under.
Get off the fucking phone and fucking drive your fucking car.
If you insult my friends, don't think that I will be okay with it.
Do not tell me I am fat. I am fully aware of this.
Do not ask me why my tone is "bitter" - it's because of you.
Do your fucking job and don't make life difficult.

...and if these things are too difficult to comply with...

Please fuck off and die.

Things I Hate.

A list.

Preview

• My husband (please call him @ 614-668-7362 and tell him that for our 5th anniversary I would like a disillusion/divorce.)
• White Trash.
• People who put on their right turn signal when they are turning left.
• Little Tiny Dogs.
• Poke.
• Ketchup.
• People who lie about stupid little things to make themselves seem better (ie, Saying you got to work 15 minutes earlier than you actually did... cuz someone really cares?)
• Users.
• Jaegermeister.
• French/Catalina salad dressing.
• Poor grammar ("Was you going to go to the store?" NO! NO! It's "Were you going to go to the store?")
• White people with braids on their head.
• People who only drink water at karaoke (except TomCat cuz at least he tips.)
• Liars!
• Fat people who call other people fat. Are you fucking blind?
• Muffin tops.
• White trash.
• People who drop the ball on their end and blame it on me.
• Slobbery dogs.
• Boys who can't make up their mind.
• People who don't shower regularly and/or do not wear deodorant.

That's all I can think of.

Fat Girl

Last night BI and I watched this French movie, Fat Girl. It was very... fucked up. The synopsis said it was something like "an illicit look at teenage sexuality" but it wasn't really. I mean, it kinda was, cuz it dealt with these two French sisters, one 13 and one 15, and this college-age Italian dude that they met on holiday, and the 15 yr old ends up losing her virginity to the Italian dude. Then some other fucked up shit happens, and at the end you're just like "wtf." Very strange. But that's how French/foreign films usually are I suppose.

Anyway. I suppose I'll tell you all about the weekend.

Friday night BI and I went to Fiesta Jalisco for dinner. He had wanted me to make Fish Tacos (LOL!) for dinner and I was like fuck no, let's go out. We went kinda early, cuz I thought it would take us like an hour and a half to eat since they're usually busy on Friday nights. However, we ordered and within minutes our food arrived. Needless to say we ended up at Groucho's around nine pm, before Cat even got there! KS came in around nine fifteen, and we sat and talked all night... til about one. OK, I gotta break this down, haha.

We talked about everything, from where we're going (we're not yet involved, but we're almost involved, and once we're involved the next step is dating, and we made it clear that neither one of us wants a super serious relationship right now), to where we've been (he told me that as far as we went last week, he hasn't gone that far with a girl in about two years, so I feel special.) It was all gravy, til he was like "Why don't you go hang out with your friends" and I'm like, "Well I get to see them nearly everyday, and I only get to see you once a week." So then the two of us went and sat with my friends together... but KS got up and went to talk to some dude at the other end of the bar a couple minutes later... and didn't come back for awhile. Then he did come back, but only for a little bit. It was very strange. I wanted to worry about it, but then I was like, to myself, "Well maybe he just wanted to talk to that guy and it has nothin to do with me, or maybe he's trying to test me or something ghey like that to see how I react when he leaves me alone, or maybe he was tired of talking to me and didn't want to abandon me at the bar so he pawned me off on my friends..." yeah. I did worry. When I was leaving he said he would get ahold of me on Sunday, but now it's Tuesday and he still hasn't called. I refuse to concern myself because... well I don't know. I think it would be kinda lame. It's not like we're dating... or involved... *scream*

Saturday at Beulah Park was interesting. I ended up having to sing first of everyone in the contest, which sucked major monkey nuts because 1) I hate being first 2) it was fucking windy and cold. I did alright on my song, everyone said I rocked, but I thought it was kinda shitty cuz I was shaking so much from coldness and nervousness. It was a fun day overall though. My parents came, and my mom bet on some horses and kept winning. I think she only lost one out of five bets! It's been like 20 years since she played the races so that was cool. All my friends sang well, I had a delicious grilled cheese sandwich, I met a few new people who were nice and got to spend good quality time with my friends.

Then came the results.

This meanie girl, Tracy, who used to come to Gordy's, won 3rd place. Her song sucked, not only because it was Celine Dion, but because it showed no real talent for singing, only showed off that she could hold a note. Even so, her voice cracked several times and she went off key more than once. But whatever, she was a customer of the girl who was KJ'ing... The girl who won 2nd place, she was awesome. I thought she deserved it. She was also a regular at the KJ's shows. Coincidence? Hrmmm. The girl who won 1st place was quite possibly the worst singer there. She sang "Before He Cheats" and ate the mic while she danced around in her cute little jeans. Had this been a beauty contest, I would have understood her winning - she was definitely the cutest one there. But it was supposed to be a karaoke contest... yeah. In addition to the $1,000 the first place winner got two free sessions with Columbia Street Recording Studio, run by the only male judge at the contest. So. Even though Myself, BI, OA, HB, etc etc etc all sang a hundred times better than this girl, we're not "marketable". We're not "perky" and "uppity" and so forth. Damnit.

Top Cat Karaoke will Dominate Next Time!

Saturday night Bishop picked me up and we met JRod at BP. The three of us headed to Trump's for the "after party" and it was super fun. A lot of my friends were there, and I got to see Cat's brother and sister-in-law, so that was cool. BI ended up showing up, and he was in somewhat of a foul mood... which carried over into...

Sunday! I woke up at like ten thirty am, made some dippy eggs, went back to my room and read Saturday and Sunday's paper while listening to VH1's greatest videos of the 80's. It was a wonderful relaxing day. When I finally emerged from my room, BI was at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I said something like "oh you got the sports page I left out for you" and he was like "No, I bought this paper" in kind of a shitty voice. I'm like ooooh ok... weird. He's usually not snappy. So anyway, I laid on the couch for awhile, BI left, and I tried to find a ride to karaoke cuz I wanted to see TomCat before he left for Florida. Finally EB got ahold of me and said she would pick me up at nine. Yay!

We went up to Eldo's and it was pretty much empty. I like that though, cuz it gets fucking hot in that place when it's crowded. I called GG after awhile and told her to come over cuz I knew she wanted to see TomCat before he left as well, plus we hadn't seen each other since her birthday. I went back and forth between inside and outside, talking to EB and the Dogg inside and GG, TomCat, and The Sir outside. It was so fun. I only spent $23 too, that was great! On the way home, EB got pulled over by the Westerville Cops. I was all fucked up over it, cuz I would have felt SO bad if she got a DUI while taking me home. But the cop was cool and let her go, didn't even give her a ticket or anything, cuz she said her contact was fucked up and that's why she was weaving. Cripes. Why can't awesome shit like that happen to me?! Hahaha.

So that's about it for the weekend. What do you all think of my new layout? I like it. I'm kinda pissed cuz I lost my avatars and half my links, but it's gravy. I'll get them back.

The Funnest Weekend Ever!

For now, pics. Will write later. But you will be able to tell how much FREAKING fun we had just by looking!!



Friday night at Groucho's


A very drunk Kel-Bell with Bishop


More proof that Coors Light + Kel-Bell = drunken fatty face


AC and her skillz


JRod's good side


OA, Kel-Bell, more fat face


Bishop looks like a stud!


This is KS. He doesn't like to have his picture taken.


BI watching something... over there...




Saturday at Beulah Park for the (rigged bogus) karaoke contest


BI as a jockey


Hottie JK posing


Lady K


HB and family


The crowd


Cute old dude singing Hank Williams Sr.


OA belts it out


BI rocks AudioSlave


The Whole Top Cat Group!



Saturday Night at Trump's


OA and Cat


Bishop and JRod workin' the wife beaters


Country Fried Emu


Three Sexy Negroes and a Mr. Happy



Sunday Night at Eldo's


TomCat (moving to FL!) and Kel-Bell


EB and TomCat


GG and The Sir


GG and Wendell singing "Wait"


Douger


This kid... I can't remember his last name... so yeah. I know his first name though! It's Mark.


GG and TomCat


Kel-Bell and Douger


Kel-Bell and EB, I was drunk by this point!


Sanddogg


HB lookin' sexy negro extraordinaire


EB bustin' a move


TomCat singin'


Cat rockin' out