Take your memories, I don't need them.

Alright, so I'm still sad over SL leaving, but knowing that it was the right decision helps. Knowing that he's miserable down there also helps. Maybe that's wrong of me, but I can't help it.
I have a new theory, and it may seem like I am trying to shift all the blame to him, but I'm not. I think that SL has a problem with prescription medication. He wanted so badly to get on adderall, supposedly because he has ADD. That's when it all started. I was thrilled for him to get on it, because I thought it would make him focus, which he did have a little problem with. But he turned slightly strange when he got on the adderall. Then it was Klonopin. Then free samples of Celebrex. Then he had to take Meclazine (Dramamine) for the nausea that these meds were causing. In addition to that he took aspirin and some Chinese brain pills every day. It was ridiculous. He was obsessed with pharmaceuticals, and it was pretty much all he talked about. I was irritated with it because it seemed like he was acting like he knew everything, but looking back he just knew way too much for only being a pharmacy tech. Not that that's a bad thing, but when you're self medicating and convincing a doctor to prescribe things for you... that's a bad thing. Anyway, last week before he moved away, last Wednesday actually, while I was out he sent me a text message saying he was on his way home from the hospital. How he got there, I do not know. I didn't drive him. And the closest one, St. Ann's, is like five or more miles away and not easy to walk to. Regardless, he found out that he had a viral infection and a boxer's fracture. I found this slightly amusing because supposedly he had the fracture for a week (it came from punching the walls upstairs!) and had never said one single word about it. So he ends up getting two prescriptions, one for the viral infection and one for the fracture... which just happens to be Percocet. He used a fake name at the hospital and even filled the script at the CVS where he worked under the same fake name! How is this even possible?! Well the other night, I got a text message saying he was in the hospital again (in Florida.) For his back. I told him not to get any more scripts and he said he wasn't, but... I don't know. According to my doctor, if someone takes adderall, it acts like speed. The person is more quick to be angered, violent, and irritable. Then when it wears off, they are lacadaisical. This describes SL completely, and he never used to be that way. I just don't know. I hope I'm wrong, but it makes complete sense, and he'll probably read this and get pissed off, but what can I say?
I'm worried about him. We had such a great relationship up until the last two or three months. No major problems, no issues really, it was just great. I was so happy. I feel now like a piece of me is actually missing. I've never felt this way about someone leaving my life, not my husband, not TM, not MF... no one. It still hurts, and I try to rationalize things, even try focusing on the terrible things and the bad things and I still want him to come back. It's easier when I am not alone, but when I'm just at home doing nothing I find myself crying over TV commercials and when I hear songs I cry over those too. It's ridiculous. I got weepy yesterday because I was watching Jeopardy and I thought about how SL and I used to watch Jeopardy all the time together. It's so lame. I know he can't come back, I know he won't come back, but there is that little bit of hope inside me that says we can work things out someday. I almost lost my job because of fighting with him. Things got violent. It was out of control. But I still want him to come back. I'm just grieving still I guess.
SL is miserable in Florida, and I knew he would be. He hates the heat, living with his dad and being told what to do all the time, and the new CVS's where he works. He has no car and nothing to do except hang out with RS. And RS has a pregnant girlfriend and a job so that's not even possible all the time. I feel slightly bad for SL, but just slightly. He shouldn't have moved to Florida, he should have stayed here so we could work things out the way we planned. I almost feel like he didn't even care and the way he left was like the coward's way out. Instead of facing the music and working on things for real, he just left. He says it's because I told him I wanted him out, and I hated him, which I did say (mostly out of anger), but I never said I wanted him to leave the state. Just the house. *sigh* I'm just in a weird place right now. I just heard our song on the radio and it gave me the shivers like I was going to puke.

On to something much happier, let's talk about the weekend!

Friday night I did nothing. At least, I don't remember doing anything, so I must not have. I vaugely remember watching a lot of Law & Order. Saturday I went to WR's house for the OSU game vs. Penn State. It was a shitty game (just ask Joe Paterno) up until OSU scored a whole bunch and killed the Knittany Lions. Yee Haw! It was a fun time, a few other folks I know were there, we had pizza (omg! Donato's Mariachi Pizza! Mmmmm!) and shots and lots of beer. It was great. D*Martin called me around eight and said to head over to Poke's house. I did so, and we hung out there for awhile, had a couple beers, just chilled. D*Martin's ex called him up to meet at the Half Time Tavern on Bethel, so with much debate we finally went. D*Martin drove seperately, and when we got there he was nowhere to be found. I went in the bar and to the bathroom to call him, and when he answered he was puking his guts out. I'm like what the fuck. I would have called back! Then he's finally done and says he's in the parking lot. Poke and I go out there and find him, as he's projectile vomiting on the side of the car - or so I think, but he's really just spitting out mouthwash. I run around to the other side and almost step in the real puke. It was a very tragic twenty seconds. He tells us some story about making himself yak because he's afraid he's going to get in a fight with his ex's new man or something... whatever, I know he's wasted. The next day I found out that he kept drinking after that, went to this bar down on the south end, and drove home while puking out the door. He drove straight, he knew for sure, because he was looking at the yellow line while he yakked. Christ. ANYWAY! Poke and I headed over to Otani to do some karaoke, and it was so shitty. It took about twenty minutes to get a water, ten more minutes to get a beer for him and a martini for me, then he sang and my name never even got called, and we left. We bolted. We drank and dashed so to speak... At least he left some cash on the table for them. Not enough to cover it, but still, a little bit. Our table was probably only about $8 anyway, but seriously, they sucked. Which surprised me because I've always gotten good service there! After that we went over to Springer's Pub to meet up with the guys I work with for a sort-of birthday celebration. It was just a bunch of us hanging out. Poke and I shared two large beers, and then headed home. We thought it was like one thirty in the morning, and when we got home, it was only eleven thirty!! We joked about being like old people, tried to drink some Natty Ice, and then... well... we went to bed... Poke and Kel-Bell style. Then he woke me up at six a.m., which was nice... Then I finally got up for good around ten a.m. and took him home. He even kissed me in front of his neighbors! I was shocked. He told me this long thing about how he would never make a good boyfriend or husband, because it's just not his style, and I was laughing inside because I didn't even bring it up. We tried to date once, for like 24 hours, and it just didn't work. Too much going on. If it happens it happens but I'm not even looking for it. Especially now.
I chilled at home all day Sunday, and went to Brewstir's around ten thirty. At first it was so dead. Cat and Crash showed up, the kid I punched in the face was there, and a few folks who I didn't know and who weren't there for karaoke. D*Martin put all my drinks on his tab that night, which was really awesome of him. There were these two guys, a cowboy and a dego wop skank (who ended up actually being norweigan/irish/something heritage but he looked like a greaser), and they were in town on business selling furniture or something. The cowboy, Chris, was really sweet and nice, and the skank, Mike, was nice too, except he kept doing the drunk lean. It was so annoying. I'm trying to sit in my chair and he's like leaning hard on me, and I'm like wtf mate?! Get off me!! He was almost trying to bang me right there in the bar, and I was so not interested. Dooger showed up later on, so I was trying to hang out with him more, to get away from skank. The Aerosmith guy was there too, and I traded him my boring purple lighter for his awesome purple rubbery lighter. Yeah! What had started as a boring evening had become a great fun one, and I was so happy. When the bar closed, I felt I was too wasted to drive home, so I went up to Dooger's apartment to chill for an hour or so. Of course things led to things and... Yeah. But that's okay, he's a swell guy. But he sweats a lot. I got home around 4am.
Monday, work was very very long. It seemed like the longest day ever. I went home, took a nap, and then ate some chicken rice and headed to Triple 16 for the Sandogg's welcome back party. This night, much like the night before, started off terribly boring. It was only Cat, Crash, Mr. Boston, and myself. Well and some folks I didn't know. The Triple 16 pretty much sucks, but I like it because it's fairly cheap and I get to sing a lot. OA, Sandogg, Lady K, Jorge, and some guy I recognized but couldn't remember his name showed up around ten thirty. Roch was there too. She and I sat and talked for a long time. Man, she is so awesome. We had a great time. We were dancing with Crash, there were shots everywhere, Cat bought me a little pitcher and I got one of my own (heck it was only $4!) and it was just a really fun time. I'm lucky to have such great friends. Dooger showed up really late again, and he ended up coming back to my house. We sat and talked for awhile, then went to bed. That night he wasn't as sweaty...! He slept over, and left around 8 a.m., which was fine because I had to get up for work anyway.
Yesterday I did nothing. Work was long and slow again, and I wasn't feeling like number one after having been drunk for three straight nights. I went to Kroger and bought some groceries, decided to have chinese food for dinner, and then went home. I watched Jeopardy, surfed the internet for a little while, and spent the rest of the night watched Law & Order and SVU. It was swell. I just relaxed, hung out with the cats, and didn't do a damn thing.
Tonight I might head over to Brewstir's since my cable has been shut off til Friday, but I really can't afford it, so I'm not sure. I could just drink water, no big deal, and I'm sure someone will buy me a beer, haha. I'm always like "no no I'm good" and they get me one anyway. It's cool. When I have money I will be buying everyone beers too.

Things II

No, this is not a good thing.

For the last month or so, things have been steadily going downhill. It all culminated with a very violent fight last week. It was decided that SL would move in with one of our friends in a few weeks. It got to be about a week after that, and I was telling SL how I was glad this was happening because it would give us a chance to really work on the relationship without the pressures of a live-in situation. He got pissed and told me to just break up with him. There was another fight, and the next day, he talked to his dad who bought him a ticket, and yesterday he flew away.

I know I've made a huge mistake but he won't come back. He told me there is no chance he's ever coming back. I fucked everything up and now he's gone. I didn't want him to move all the way away to Florida. I just wanted to make things better. He says he still loves me but he can't be with me because he knows things would turn out exactly the same as they did the first time. I've never cried for over 24 hours straight. I woke up crying this morning. My pillow was wet, so I had to have been crying in my sleep. I'm so miserable.

I feel like I have nothing to live for now.

Things.

SL moved back to Florida today.

Dream dream dream

I had a dream that Poke and I were on a date at a very expensive restaurant (obviously this WAS a dream!) We had lobster and steak and all sorts of appetizers, and then after the meal we drank all kinds of expensive fancy beers, about six or seven each. For some reason, I had a dentist appointment in the other section of the restaurant, so I headed over there while he went to pull up the car. I sat down in the dentist's chair, and the Dr. proceeded to look in my mouth. He put his hand on my chest, like on my sternum, and left it there for a very long time. I started calling for my mother, and she appeared, and told the Dr. to move his hand. This other dentist came in, and he was kind of new to the profession. He was learning from the other guy, and the procedure they were doing involved popping out one of my back teeth and putting a new fake tooth in. He did it, and it didn't hurt. Then I realised that I had lost my phone. I told my mom to go find it, and she brought back a phone that matched the description I had given her, but it wasn't my phone. I told her it was red with a light on the outside, and it flipped open, and she brought back an old style Nokia phone with the light around the edge that flipped open sideways. The new dentist guy went out into the restaurant to look for the phone, and he came back right away with my actual phone. I gave him a big hug.

Blah blah blah

I haven't updated in awhile because I have been awfully busy. Sorry.

So anyway, let's see. Lots of karaoke, lots of drinking, the end. Hahaha. I just don't feel like telling every single story right now.

I had a dream the other day that I was marrying SL, but he was Fred Savage. We were getting married at some little church in the middle of a field, and not too many people were there. BE from work was the minister, and he was very short, about a foot shorter than he actually is. I told him that I never knew he was a minister, and he said that he got his license over the internet. Anyway, I kept changing my mind, telling SL that we couldn't get married because I wasn't divorced yet, but everyone was telling me that it didn't matter since I had been separated for so long. I didn't believe them. I would keep walking up to the door and turning around and not going in. Finally I decided to go ahead and go through with it, and I walked in. The doorway was the size of a normal door, except that the floor jamb was about three inches higher and the top jamb was about three inches lower, so I had to grab onto the trim and haul myself in. The music was starting, and I kept trying to walk before it was my cue. Eventually I made it up to the altar, but I woke up before we actually got married.

Last night I dreamt that I was finally divorced, and for some reason, I was hanging out with my in-laws. They and my parents both lived in these huge mansions, in the woods, and it was snowing. Well, it was snowing in the air but there was nothing but ice on the ground. I was hanging out in my parents' living room reading a book called "Wolf Creek" which had been written by my mother-in-law. It was about her life growing up in Michigan and all about everything up until I met her in 2002. It ended the day she met me. On the cover was a picture of her and my step-father-in-law, and they had been photo-shopped to look like wolves. When I was finished with the book, I walked over to their house and almost fell on my ass about seven times trying to walk on the ice. Finally I figured out that if I stomped instead of taking regular steps I could break through the ice and not slip. On the way I saw my sister-in-laws walking down the path, and the younger one dropped her toy horse. She didn't notice that she dropped it, so I picked it up and continued walking. I made it to their place, and when I walked in I realised it was Thanksgiving. I stayed for some food, and it was alright, and someone at one point said that now that MMA and I were divorced that I would be welcome at their house anytime. I hung out there for awhile, and then I left to go to a big sale at the mall. I ended up running into some girl I knew, apparently just in the dream because she wasn't from real life,
and her mom was there too. The mom was telling me all about how she wears fine silks and other fine linens because she deserves it, even though it makes her poor. I thought she was crazy. I woke up right after I walked into a dressing room.

Moving Dream

I had a dream that I was moving into a new place with SL and GG. It was going to be awesome. My mom and I were at Wal*Mart getting new stuff for the house, food and rugs and stuff like that, and I was waiting for SL to get there so he could help pick things out. I kept trying to call him and he wasn't answering his phone. So I called GG and told her to please try calling SL and see if he would pick up. She called him and called me back, and said that he was with his mom. So I tried calling him again and he finally answered, and said he was in Wal*Mart, and his mom was telling him what a bad idea it was for us to move in together, and she was doing a very good job of talking him out of moving in. I see them walking down the aisle towards me, and I'm trying to get his attention, but he just ignores me and keeps talking to his mom. That was it.

George W. Shakespeare

On NBC Nightly News Last night, George W. Bush said he had a very epileptic reading list, from Shakespeare to Joe Di'Maggio. Classic. He goes on to say that the key for him is to keep expectations low. OMG.

On msnbc's website they corrected it to "eclectic" but if you were watching, you heard it. Oh boy. Click on "Part 9: On Reading Camus" (right hand side, "Expanded Presidential Interview") to hear for yourself.


I hate this guy.

I had a Dream

I had a dream about real life. I woke up in the dream and I was trying to wake SL up to go to work.

I had a dream that DD from work was wearing very large sunglasses and walking down the highway, and I just drove right past him, because I couldn't tell if it was really him or not.

I had a dream that Poke and I were on a road trip and we were spending an awful lot of time looking for a sleeping bag and the right kind of potato chips that would keep on a long drive.

I had a dream that I was looking for cats. Don't know why, I just was.

Here I Am!

So other than the new medication, which I am no longer taking, things have been alright. SL and I worked out (well, set up a plan to work out) the majority of our problems, so if we both follow the gameplan things should get better. I'm excited. I've been karaoke-ing a lot, and that includes drinking a lot, so I don't really remember much of the last few weeks. I do know that the new show at Trump's in Worthington is awesome. D*Martin's new show at Brewstirs in the Continent is way fun as well.
Let's see... something funny that happened was at Trump's last week: This new guy I met, he's gay, was there the two times I went there. He's friends with some of Mel's friends. Well his ex was there, this super faggy kid. They were doing this like gay standoff thing, being all coy and ridiculous, and my new friend just couldn't stand it cuz the super fag was annoying him. So we decided to slow dance, and did the thumb kiss, and it looked like we were making out. It was HILARIOUS. Super fag got all upset and went outside to call his friends, and it was just funny. So frickin' hilarious. And here we were, just chillin'. The plan worked though because the super fag stopped bothering my new friend!
What else... I've been hearing around that Poke misses me, but I don't know for sure if he misses me or just misses banging me... Probably the latter. Not too concerned though either way. I know he wouldn't like act on it or anything, so whatever.
Oh, another funny/annoying thing. Mel decided it would be a GREAT idea to call me about twelve times on Friday night/Saturday morning at 2am. I answered the phone and it was Poke, and he's like, "Uh..." and I'm like, "Did you get a new number?" cuz I didn't recognize it. Then he tells me he's calling from Mel's phone and I'm just stunned that he would be hanging out with her. So this bitch gets on the phone and tries talking to me and I just tell her to fuck herself and hang up. She calls back at least seven times... maybe it was twelve, I'm not positive. I told her that if she called anymore I'd file harrassment against her (we all know I've done it before!) and that didn't stop her from calling. I finally talked to D*Martin and he and Poke both apologized for Mel being a super bitch, and D*Martin said she had gotten pissed and walked off. I found this absolutely hilarious because she was at Poke's house and didn't know where she was. So funny to think of drunken Mel (honestly I've never seen her sober) wandering around Worthington.
More news, I've had my second installment of nose cauterization done. I only had two nose bleeds between the first and second appointments, both brought on by sneezing, so that's good. And the Dr. said that the hole has healed more than 50%, so odds are good that I won't have to have surgery! Did I ever tell you that what was wrong was there was a hole in my nose on the inside wall that was the size of a pea? Crazy. That's really huge for an area as small as the inside of one's nose! I have one more cauterization left, and then comes the decision to either get surgery or be done with it all. Dr. said usually he doesn't do more than three procedures, but if it looks good he might do one more instead of surgery.
Also, I have ringworm. I just figured this out today. I thought it was a spider bite, but I looked on WebMd after consulting with KG, and she was right. Ringworm is basically Athlete's foot of the skin (like arms, chest, hands, etc.) so I'm not too concerned. Just spray some Tinactin on it! It's just annoying.
Tomorrow or Thursday I have to go back to the doctor to get some new medication. I hope this one doesn't make me ralph like the other one did yesterday!
This afternoon the City of Columbus is coming to my apartment to inspect the mold in the bathroom that was painted over and check for mold in the dining area carpet. I'm quite excited to possibly have proof of major health code violations so I can take it to the management company and make them get me new carpet. I already wrote them a letter warning that I would put my rent into escrow if they didn't fix all the unfinished projects by Sept. 22nd, so we'll see! Tonight GG and I are going to Hot Spot. I haven't seen her or Zara in ages, so that should be super fun!

Late.

PS - If you search for "Trump's Worthington" my entry from the other day comes up 2nd. How awesome.

Cymbalist

I take meds now! Rock on! Except they make me puke. Not rock on.

Prozoloftaffexorbutrin

Time for me to go back on the meds I guess. I'm pretty much ruining everyone's life, so might as well see if I can't placate things medicinally. Whatthefuckever.

Also I'm pissed because someone stole the cord for my camera and now I have to buy a new one. Fuck that.

In addition, I tried to post some swell YouTube videos over the weekend and none of them have shown up. How gay.

Fucker.

Asshole.

I'm still pissed. Anyone wanna donate?

No fucking Way.

Your Penis Name Is...

Darth Vader

Penis Name Generator

I must admit that I found this on Normlr's blog. Being a girl, I didn't think I would get a very good name anyways, but COME ON!!! Darth Vader!??! Fuck that.

Reach back like a Pimp and Smack the Hoe.

Yep Hoe.

I mentioned before (17 July) that I don't like Mel. Well let me tell you what happened on Tuesday night. SL and I decided to go see D*Martin's new-ish show at Trump's in Worthington. It's probably my new favorite bar. The place was cute, with little NFL hanging lamps and very clean areas and a great patio. I loved it. Until I saw Mel. I was like jesushchrist my bag of coke is a bag of anthrax. Seriously. Seeing her just makes me so angry. So, like an adult, I ignored her. I walked right past her to talk to D*Martin, I stayed away from the hussy when she was all over my sexy negro OA, I even looked away when she stared straight at me. I mean come on if she can't tell I don't like her, she's fucking blind. So then, SL and I went out to the awesome patio to smoke, and as we were coming inside, Mel cornered me at our table and told SL to please give us a minute. She says, "I need to talk to you" and me, being the non-beating-around-the-bush type person that I am, responded, "I really don't like you." I knew that's what she was going to ask anyway. So she asks why, and I tell her that its because I feel she is a liar and a hypocrite because she "loves" her boyfriend but refuses to fuck him, although it's okay for her to fuck other dudes. Not that it's my business in the first place, but she made it my business by telling me all her dirty secrets when she was wasted and buying me shots. And I told her this exactly. So then she claims that she never sleeps with other dudes. I was going to call her out about D*Martin but I didn't want him to catch any flack for it. So I told her that I knew she did and I had proof but I didn't care. She started telling me how good of a friend she was, how I should get to know her because I could find that out, etc., all that kind of stuff. I told her that I was not interested in getting to know her, I did not wish to get to know her, but I was indeed glad for her friends that she is a good friend, although I have no desire to experience it (the best part is that this is how I'm talking, and she's feeling dumber by the minute.) She asks me why did I lie to her, and I told her that I didn't always dislike her, but the more I got to know her the less I liked her. She claims that I don't know her at all, but I remind her of all those times when she felt like confessing her life story to me. Then she starts going on about how she doesn't like me either, because I told ND I would suck his cock in the parking lot all those weeks ago at Brewstirs, which was so terrible of me because SL loves me. I was like, "First of all, you have no proof that I even suggested or anything about sucking ND's cock. Second, it didn't even happen. SL saw all my txt msgs to ND and if there was anything incriminating there he would have seen it. You were lied to because he was trying to fuck you and luckily I talked him out of it." THEN she tells me I'm jealous. And I ask her, "Of what?" To which she replies, "you're jealous because I have a personality and you have a shitty personality." Which makes me laugh out loud because even if I have a shitty personality, I still have one, and she does too, so I have nothing to be jealous of since we are even. So, she walks away. Shortly thereafter SL comes back and sits down, but I'm up to sing one person away. Mel is over telling D*Martin what a terrible person I am, and I can tell by his face that he just doesn't care. I go up to sing, and no sooner have I gotten to the middle of the first verse than there is Mel, walking over to SL. I can tell by his face that he's just not interested in talking to her, and she's probably telling him to try and get me to like her or something. I find out later that this is exactly what she wanted. So the night progresses, I drink one Wild Turkey just in case this bitch wants to roll, so I'll be ready. Later, way later, we're on the patio. I'm talking to her boyfriend, and I'm like, "You don't hate me, do you?" and he says no, he just ignores her drama because with her, it's always drama. I told him that was cool since I was defending him in a way, and that's why she had an issue. He was like whatever, you're cool. Then the other few of her friends came out, and they were all like, yes, you rule, you're nice, etc. I was like Rock On. Then Mel noticed me talking to her friends, with smiles abounding (I'm not sure if she expected them to like beat my ass or whatever, cuz she had threatened earlier that if she ever saw me in "her bar" on Monday again she would kick my ass.) She comes outside, and starts talking really loud to her friends about how nice they are, and stuff, and how they aren't MEAN PEOPLE LIKE SOME GIRLS WE KNOW and how she is happy blah blah NOT LIKE SOME MEAN PEOPLE WE KNOW AHEM. You know, like when someone is talking loud enough for you to hear, and then they raise their voice to make sure you hear the part they really want to emphasize... LAME. I laugh at her, behind her back (cuz our backs are to each other) and it's loud enough for her to hear, but DF and SL are laughing too so maybe she doesn't know I'm laughing at her... oh... she does... hahahaha. So then she starts yelling at her friends for talking to me, and yelling at me, and I'm still not reacting. She takes a few steps towards me, and the one guy grabs her and her boyfriend steps in front of her. This is where it gets good! So, I'm standing there, just kinda looking out the corner of my eye at this crazy bitch who is being restrained from trying to get me for not reacting to her threats/insults/etc., and then SMASH! A beer bottle hits the patio. It was her boyfriend's Miller Lite, but I'm pretty sure she grabbed it out of his hands to try and throw it at me. They leave. I think they skipped out on their tab. Her friends stay and we talk and have a wonderful rest of the evening.


This is because I'm #1 and didn't let her get the best of me! Haha!

I should have reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe. But I'm not stupid. I would never hit someone unless they hit me first because I am not going to jail.

I'm so Lame

Duh, I totally had comment moderation on. No wonder I thought no one loved me! When, in fact, you all do! You really, really do!

Rock on.

Le sentiment de l'amour vient et disparaît.

I got my hair cut on Friday, five inches cut off. Yippy. SL got a buzz.

Shawshank Redemption is a very good movie. So is Crash. In addition, Amelie, Happenstance, and Dirty Pretty Things are good movies too. A Very Long Engagement, and L'Auberge Espagnole are very awesome.

I have a blockbuster.com account, by the way. It's new. Can you tell I love Audrey Tautou as well? Oh yes. She's beautiful. I figure her beauty is enough to keep SL engaged in a french film with english subtitles even though he probably hates it.

So, I had a dream that I was tooling around town with my ex-boss. It was strange. We were buying things, like a weird large clock that kinda looked like a bird house on a tree... kinda. I was wearing a white outfit and a big hat. I worked in an old-fashioned type bank office, the dark and stuffy kind. Very strange.

SL and I went to the fair on Saturday and that was fun. We got there around eleven thirty in the morning, and luckily all the rides were open and had short lines. We went on this crappy "haunted house" which was really a short ride through a hot building with loud noises that were not scary. Then we went on Flying Bobs (yay!) which was scarier than I remember it being, after that the giant ferris wheel, then the avalanche (?) roller coaster, then this drop thing. Oh my god, the drop thing. The roller coaster was fun, but the drop thing was SCARY. You had to jump up into this sort of bicycle seat, and then they lock you in. Slowly you ride to the top of this stick, and then BAM! it drops to the ground. Sucks too because you're like way up there and there is the click noise, then it's silent. Then you drop. Yipe. After that we went on the Crazy Mouse, which ruled. This little girl and her grandpa sat next to us, and this rollercoaster had a thing that took your picture, and our faces were so funny. The grandpa's mouth was like twisted to the side, the girl was holding her breath, SL was trying to look cool, and my mouth was open like three feet wide with my hair flying straight up. That was awesome. I wanted to go on the Tilt-a-Whirl but it was closed, and the Scrambler but SL didn't want to. He wanted to go on the spin thing and the Gravitron, but I told him no way. I didn't want to puke! We walked around a little bit then, looked at some stuff, got some free shirts, got some free crap from the Army and some other places too. They had all the vendors and stuff in these three pavilions, and it was SO crowded. I was irritated. Then we went and got a corn dog. Mmmm. We were going to eat some fair food, but then I saw a sign for "All you can eat smorgasboard! Upstairs!" So we went upstairs of the Ag/Hort building and there it was, $8.75 per person buffet of delicious fair-type country food. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, salad, black eye peas, pizza, cake, oh yeah. It was great. And we got stuffed too! For the same price as only a little bit of fair food would have cost. Right on. We walked around the Ag/Hort building then, and I got to pet a gigantic white rabbit that was like two feet long. It was soft, but creepy. Then we looked at some chicks and they were so cute. That would be chickens not girls. There were no cute girls at the fair, only hillbillies. We got our picture taken for free in front of some bushes, haha, and that was alright. The photo turned out pretty cool considering it was free and printed on stock card. Also we looked at some paintings/mixed media art projects of all the counties in Ohio, and voted for two of them. I chose Harrison and Auglaize. I don't remember what SL chose. Then we looked at the flowers and gourds and stuff that won prizes, like the huge pumpkin. We looked at some bees, and then SL won a pedometer by getting a bean bag in the hole playing CornHole. After that we walked around some more, went into the Coliseum and watched some horses walk around, went outside, decided we were lost... at some point we watched a parade go by... Then we were going to go on the sky ride but it was extra not included in the all day unlimited ride wristband so we didn't. I saw BR working at the Kool-Aid/Country Time/Crystal Light booth ($7 for a cup and free refills all day!) and I haven't seen him in awhile. We watched a helicopter that was supposedly the BatCopter take off ($30 per ride!) and did not go see the freak show. Then we were going to ride some more rides, but by this time it was so packed that all we got on was the Musik something or other. Kinda like Flying Bobs except it doesn't swing and it goes backwards. Fun! We were going to get a funnell cake, but I changed my mind, so we were going to leave. We hopped on this shuttle thing and thought we were going to the parking lot but it turned out that we were going to the other side of the fair! I was excited then because I thought I would get to see the cows and sheep, but alas, we still weren't in that area. We did get our blood sugar tested though, and mine is 127. SL's was 113. I think it was rigged though because I just ate some free Turkey Hill Ice Cream right before I took the test! Turkey Hill is the one with muscley cows on the commercial, who/which are gross, but the ice cream is good. We got some free samples of Glucerna crap, yuck, and then we really did leave. It took about 20 minutes to just get out of the parking lot, which sucked majorly.

After the fair we were slightly sunburnt, but we had applied sunblock #30, so we weren't too bad. Except the top of SL's head, which was tomato-ish. We went home and dropped off all our goodies from the fair, and I changed, and we headed over to WR's house for a party. When we got there, it was already rockin', I suppose. There were like five chicks in the hot tub, and I knew all but one of them, who happened to be TB's girlfriend (who isn't really is girlfriend he says, but whatever.) They were wasted from drinking this miracle tonic, "Skippy Doo" which is a combination of beer, vodka, and pink lemonade. I did not try any and I never will because YUCK. So anyway, we drank, talked a lot, and then at the end of the night I ended up in the hot tub in my underwear hahaha but it was okay because my underwear was less revealing than their bikinis, and also they were all way more wasted than I was. Definitely. I was crunk though.

Needless to say, Sunday I slept way in and pretty much did nothing all day long. SL had to work 11-7 so that was alright. I did go to Kroger though, and I bought $112 worth of groceries. It was wonderful because they had all their meat on sale and I got some pork tenderloin, some chicken, some steaks, some other kinds of beef, all expensive shit for buy one get one free! It was awesome. So totally awesome. After work SL had to go practice softball for the CVS company party game, which I had forgotten, which upset me because I had a very nice dinner planned that ended up with me eating ramen instead. I took SL to the baseball field where he didn't hit very many balls... but that's okay cuz he hasn't played in years I suppose. Then they all wanted to go drink so I dropped SL at the bar and went to my parents' house. I didn't feel like hanging out because 1) we couldn't afford two people drinking those expensive beers and 2) I was irritated from the whole ordeal. SL was out drinking for three hours.

Last night we went to karaoke at Triple 16, which used to be the Cabana Club, where we went two weeks ago and it was shot city. It was shot small town last night, Cat only bought us three but that was more than enough because I never expect her to buy us anything. It's cool when she does though, that's for sure! It started out kinda crowded, which was swell, but ended up being me, SL, Cat, the bartender and her dad (who owns it), Rochelle and this lady Tracy that I met when the Psycho and I were dating. She runs karaoke down in Pikerington. Refer to June 2005 if you don't remember The Psycho! But how could you forget? I digress. We were the only five-six people singing, and it was great. I had themes, first it was "Black" and I sang Black Velvet, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree (which I fucking rocked on by the way!), and Paint it Black (which I will never sing again because I literally mutilated it.) Then I chose a beer theme, which included Beer Run (the Garth version, I just kinda beat that one to the ground), Pour Me, and Here for the Party. I'm getting pretty good at singing country. Then I kamikaze-d myself, and ended up singing (stupid poopy terrible) Creed's "With Arms Wide Open" which I actually rocked on, Blessid Union of Soul's "Hey Leonardo" (eh) and... I don't remember the other one. Then SL kamikaze-d me (cuz I had made him sing Wait and Roxanne) and I sang "Funky Cold Medina" which, for being the whitest honky in Ohio, I did pretty well. Around one thirty Rochelle and Tracy left, and at the same time Crash called Cat and told her that he was at the hospital and they were going to take his gallbladder out. So Cat gave us her drinks and we helped her load up the car and that was that. We spent $21.00 and drank about $50. Rock on.

Oh did I mention that I'm going to learn French? Also I'm going to become fluent in Spanish like I used to be. Go me.

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Yet another thing.

Fuck this.

Weirdness

Let me once again reiterate how much I fucking hate NovaStar Mortgage.

Onward.

I had a dream the other night that SL and I were visiting his family in New Jersey, but it looked more like Kansas, and they lived in a really old fashioned house. I guess they were having us over to look at the house so that we could move in to it or something. Well there was this old car in the yard, and it had been turned into a lawn decoration. SL and AL his brother were pouring chemicals all over it and sticking fireworks into it, and they were going to destroy it carefully but in a way that would please their manliness. They were about to light the fuse, when this crazy kid from across the street came running over and threw a cherry bomb into the car. We all ran for our lives, and hid behind the house and the trees, and then the car exploded and there was all this crazy shrapnel in weird colors and stuff. It was strange. I don't really remember much else about it, other than sitting in a weird dungeon type area at a long wooden table and waiting for some food to arrive. That happened awhile ago in a different dream I had about SL, before I met him. Whatever.

Cocaine is bad.

Part two of two

Let's see. I have a lot to cover.

Back on July 29th, we went to Cleveland to visit my GMaP. She loves SL. We had a pretty good time. As fun as you can have I suppose. She's 89 years old now!

Monday I told you all about the great time at the new karaoke spot, where it was shot city. The rest of the week was fairly uneventful, Wednesday I went to the ENT to have my nose looked at, and he cauterized the inside with some chemicals which didn't really hurt that much but it really fucking sucked because my nose was dripping like crazy and I wasn't allowed to blow it at all. Then like seven hours later I did blow my nose and a blue shiny chunk came out (gross, I know) and I could finally breathe again. Thursday we went to Fiesta Jalisco for dinner (yum!) and then went to Gordy's for karaoke. It was super fun. I got wasted, and tried my very first Red Stripe beer, which is now my 2nd favorite beer ever. Hooray Beer! I found out that someone banged someone and it pissed me off, but at least he banged her doggy style and didn't kiss her or anything, so that was kinda redeeming. I hate Mel. Other than that Thursday was cool, except at Gordy's they had all these stupid fucking kids and I was so pissed off because I mean, come on, it's a BAR not a Romper-Room. Sheesh. Friday was blah, so was the weekend because SL had to work 3-11 and 2-10, so all I did was clean. Friday we did buy a poker set, so that was cool, and we had fun playing Texas Hold 'Em.

So, I'm irritated, and I'm tired of just holding it in, but I'm tired of telling SL all the time, so I'm going to just put it in writing and maybe someone will finally fucking get it. Disclaimer: Yes I know you work harder at your job than I do, that's not even the issue here.

My chores:

• Collect, bring down, wash, and fold laundry
• Cat boxen every other day
• Dishes 20% of the time
• Vaccuum
• Sweep
• Swiffer
• Do the bathrooms
• Clean the kitchen
• Make dinner
• Make lunches

SL's chores:

• Put clean laundry away
• Cat boxen every other day
• Dishes 70% of the time
• Take out the trash

Now can someone please explain why I always get an attitude when I ask him to do something? I don't even bother to ask him to do anything during the week because I know I'll get the mouth and the line about how hard he works and how tired he is when he gets home and how all he wants to do is sit. I'm just fed up. I'm about to go on strike again.

Part one of two

I had a dream that SL and I were going to visit his friends, the O'Hara/O'Neal family (not real life friends.) They lived in Arizona (apparently we did too) and had about seven kids. We got there, and SL and I were hanging out with the two oldest sons, Zach and Ed. Zach decided we needed to go to KMart, so he and I headed over there while SL and Ed stayed home. Once at KMart, Zach changed his mind and we left, but as we were leaving, the shoplifting sensors went off. We knew it couldn't be because of us because we hadn't even walked any farther than the lobby area, so we kept walking. All of a sudden, these guards started walking towards us really fast, so we made a break for the van, and they chased us. Zach drove around the block and we came back, and went back in the store to prove that it wasn't us. We walked in, turned around, and walked out, only to set off the sensors again. This went on for hours, until finally I was like, "Listen, I should go in and pretend to buy something, and then realise I don't have any money in pocket, and tell the lady I'm going out to the car to grab my purse, and we can just drive away. It's the only way to keep this from happening." So we did just that, Zach waited outside while I went in empty-handed and picked out a birthday card. I got through the line, and then when the clerk was about to ring me up I told her I forgot my purse in the car, and could she please wait while I ran out to get it? She said she would, but that there would be a 1,000% finance charge. I told her no problem. I walked out of the KMart, got in the van, and we drove away with no problem. When we got home, SL and Ed were drunk and half passed out, so Zach and I sat up playing the guitar and singing.
The next morning, SL and I went back to our house (which is the house we live in in real life actually) and for some reason it took us all day to get home because it was dark when we finally got there. Right as we were walking in the door, my mom and GMaP showed up. GMaP opened the door, and Mickey ran out while some other fluffier orange cat ran in. I was like, "Whatever, a fourth cat won't be a problem" but when I got a look at the new guy he was all dirty and filthy and flea covered, so I threw him out the door and grabbed Mickey back in.
Fade to black, open next morning. SL and I are driving back to the O'Hara/O'Neal home, for some sort of party. When we get there the boys are outside playing football with some friends. There is a big dryer in the yard with a poster above it saying something about "Adam." It turns out that one of their friends died from a dryer that had malfunctioned, and he inhaled all this dryer lint and his lungs got clogged and he died. Whoever could throw a football in the dryer would win some money to be donated to a charity. The dream ended as SL and I were sitting on the grass and a wayward football flew past my head, I leaned to the side to avoid getting hit and SL just looked at it.

The next dream I had was that I was sitting in an auditorium wearing a green sweater. Not a big thick wool sweater, just a light sweater set. More of a sage than a green. I was sitting there waiting for the Richie Vallie concert to start, and I started reminiscing. I thought back to the 1960's when I had been married to Richie Vallie. I specifically thought of one day when I was out with my girlfriends from the neighborhood, and something wonderful had happened. We had gone to Elder-Beerman to buy new sweaters to celebrate and surprise our husbands. The four of us (me, Natalie, and two girls whose names I couldn't remember) pulled up to Natalie's house in her brand new Cadilllac, red and white with big fins on the back, and the husbands were outside drinking Pabst and waiting for us... except my husband. I showed off my sweater to everyone, and went home to put the children down for a nap and get ready for my husband. I was planning on surprising him with my new sweater and no panties under my 60's style conservative skirt. I was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, when he came in and opened the door. He looked pale and sick. I asked him what was wrong, and he said that someone he knew had died. I vaguely remember him saying who it was, but I couldn't focus. I tried to comfort him and suggested making love, but he just got angry and stormed out of the house, leaving me sobbing on the bathroom floor. I was still wearing my sweater set, and he hadn't even noticed.
Then I am back in the concert hall, and it's 2006, but I am still 24 years old. I am surrounded by all these people I know, that I have known for years. They are all people from my real life, from high school and work and things like that. The curtains go up and the lights go down, and Richie Vallie comes on stage. He's singing and dancing and he's really very old and worn down. He catched my eye, and stutters on a few lines. After the concert is over, there is a promotion guy on the stage tossing out passes to go backstage, coupons for stupid shit, etc. I catch a pass for Richie Vallie to perfom at my next birthday party, two backstage passes, and a coupon for popcorn. Everyone is leaving, and the backstage passes light up, indicating that it's time to go and get in line to meet Richie. I see him trying to sneak through the audience and he's headed my way. I am filled with elation. I start walking toward him, and stop short when I see him put his arm around a blonde girl that looks very familiar. I run up to him and try to kiss him, but I miss, and I say, "Richie, don't you want to kiss your own wife?!" to which he replies, "I know I missed but this is the girl I want to kiss. Meet Natalie." And it's Natalie from the neighborhood forty years ago, and I realise that they really were having an affair the whole time we lived there. I break down, collapsing in the aisle, and somehow someone drags me outside. It's Natalie's husband, he's older now too, and he takes me outside. He doesn't say a word, just hugs me, and leaves me with a crowd of my modern-day friends.
I never did find out how Natalie and I were in our 20's in the 60's and in 2006, but no one seemed confused by it.

Gaiety

I listened to Joe.My.God on Sirius Radio online Friday morning. That was pretty cool.

I love beer.

My head hurts.

I need to find a scale to see if I've lost any weight.

Yawn.

Now, a song.


"A Lonely September"

I'm sittin' here all by myself
just tryin' to think of something to do
Tryin' to think of something, anything
just to keep me from thinking of you
But you know it's not working out
'cause you're all that's on my mind
One thought of you is all it takes
to leave the rest of the world behind

Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did
And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back/but I know you did

I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself
that you're not the one for me
But the more I think, the less I believe it
and the more I want you here with me
You know the holidays are coming up
I don't want to spend them alone
Memories of Christmas time with you
will just kill me if I'm on my own
I know it's not the smartest thing to do
we just can't seem to get it right
But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight

I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar
But with all my inspiration goneit's not getting me very far
I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you
Oh please, baby won't you take my hand
we've got nothing left to prove

And I didn't mean to meet you then
we were just kids
And I didn't mean to give you chills
the way that I kiss
And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did
And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did
Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did
No, you didn't mean to love me back
But you did

Plain White T's and Shot City

Plain White T's rule. That is all.

Last night at karaoke, it was Shot City. Cat bought like 3 or 4 for us and SL bought like 3 or 4 more. I was crunk. It was so fun. I think we found our new spot! I love it.

Next, I would like to mention that I seem to be seeing Poke a lot more often than usual. This baffles me. But that's okay, he's a nice guy.

I had a dream that I was moving into Moose's house, which, coincidentally, he was moving out of, and it happened to be the house that I grew up in (in Macedonia.) It wasn't exactly the same as the real-life house, but very similar. We were in the addition part of the house, that the person who owned it before him had built for his mother to live in. It was like an apartment added on to the house. Moose found all these old boxes in the attic, and they ended up being left over from my childhood and apparently my parents had just left them there on accident. I discovered so many things I had forgotten about, such as little notepads I wrote in, a music book with some songs I tried to write, things like that. It was awesome. That was pretty much the whole dream, just me looking through these old boxes. Damn if that isn't symbolic, I don't know what is. Ha.

The Pennsylvania Mountains

I had a dream last night that I was taking a train through the mountains of Pennsylvania. I was with my boyfriend, but the whole time I never saw his face. I don't know if it was SL or not. It was very snowy, but not especially treacherous, and every once in awhile the scene would pan out and show the mountains and a little train going through, like a miniature set. It was pretty. We made a stop in King of Prussia, so I decided to see if TS was able to meet us for lunch while we were there. I called him up, and he said he didn't have any money, so he was trying to borrow some from his roommate, and the guy was being a dick, so I said I would pay for lunch. We didn't get to meet though, because suddenly the train started up and we were on our way again. Apparently it wasn't a real stop, just more of a pause to let another train pass over the tracks or something. Well, we got to wherever it was that we were going, and COSI was there. I walked in through a secret side door, and when I was walking down this one hallway I realised I needed a ticket. I turned around before the ticket-taker guy saw me, and took the elevator down to the main floor. I was looking all over for my boyfriend after getting my ticket, but I couldn't find him anywhere. This COSI was very strange, it was like a combination of the old good one and the new crappy one and some sort of museum of natural history. Very strange. The dream ended with me wandering around this COSI and wondering where everyone was, because it seemed that they had closed and I was all alone in the building.

Small Tits and a Big Mouth

Fuck her and her mouth and her small boobs.

So, since Julia is a hooker with small tits and a big racist mouth, Eldorado's has been crossed off my list of favorite places to go, at least for six months. Not to mention they overcharged me on Thursday. Oh and the only reason I mention her boobs is because last Sunday when all this shit went down, right before Julia opened her mouth and let the diarrhea out, she took off her shirt *completely off* and was just up there singing with her nubs hanging out. How disgusting. It wasn't even hot, it was just pathetic. Yes, yes, I have drunkenly (and not drunkenly) shown my boobs all over the place, but christ. I just flash. I don't hang out behind a mic and wave them all over the place. No one even cheered for her! Ha!

Top Cat Karaoke is no longer playing on Sunday nights, which to me is kinda shitty because I loved it, but more than that it's fucking awesome because it proves that Cat can stand up for herself and her beliefs, and that's great. Julia called Rochelle a nigger, and now there is no more karaoke.

Well, I take that back - Eldorado's karaoke is going to run it on Sundays, which proves even more that Ted is just a money sucking faggot. Yes. I think it's bullshit. I love C and Clde and Smiley J, but sheesh! It's been going downhill anyway, especially since the patrons are all old drunken losers who are burned out on life and have no other goal than to make others as miserable as they really are so that they can feel better about their pointless lives. Yes.

Besides that, I do have some nice things to talk about, such as SL's and my trip to the Jazz and Rib festival on Friday. It was hella fun. We weren't going to go at first, but at the last minute we changed our minds. We had three different places of ribs, Butch's (#2), Armadillo's (#1!) and Deperados (#3.) My favorite was Armadillos, but SL's was Desperados; I thought they sucked because there was no sauce and no flavor, it was just like eating boring old pork, but whatever. Armadillo's was hot and spicy and mmmmm I loved it. I love ribs! We got some homemade lemonade, some beans and coleslaw (with the Butch's ribs) and a funnel cake at the end. I was so happy. And I only went over on my daily calories by 3!! Yeah!!
Saturday and Sunday were boring, I helped my mom on Saturday with the garage sale (borrrrrrring!) and SL had to work late both days. I cleaned, did laundry, and made dinners... oh! Fashion Bug had a huge sale this weekend, and I spent $46 on the following: 1 pair of jeans (marked down from $104 to $9.98 which I got for $1.00), 2 bras, and one bra-tank-shirt thing, I don't know what it's called but it rules. I was very happy. I've needed new jeans and new bras for like, ever, and the shirt was a bonus. Fuckin' sweet man.

I've been very sad lately. I need some money. On the upside, SL's mom apologized to me for the terrible things she said about me/to me a few months ago. That was nice.

Lesbians

I wish I was a lesbian so I could buy a strap on and pound the fuck out of Tf. Then all the boys would be jealous of me and I would have a hotty little girlfriend.

Alas, it shall never be.

Karaoke was fun last night.

Doggy!

Not much to blog about today, life has been blah the last few days, which is just fine with me. It's fucking hot here in the Buckeye State, and it's kinda pissing me off. SL is confused over the news, because they are announcing heat index warnings and stuff like that, because it's over 85F and there is no wind, etc. etc. etc. See, in Florida, no big deal. In the north/northwest, big fucking deal. It isn't supposed to get terribly hot here, we're breaking records all over the place, and people are dying, mostly old people and kids. Why? Because people are so stupid. They're like, "Oh, it's hot, I'm going to go lay by the pool and dip in the water" and then they get heat stroke because they think immersing oneself in water is enough to keep from getting dehydrated. Or they're like, "The cost of energy to run the air conditioner is far too high, I'll just leave it off and run the fan" and then they get heat stroke because their body temperature raises to fatal levels... because they're cheap. I feel bad for people who can't afford a/c and for kids and stuff, but geeze. On the news they said that more people die in the northwest of heat-related issues than in Arizona, Florida, and California combined. Pathetic. Yesterday, I drank 18 cups (that's 144 ounces) of water. Take that, heat!

Speaking of drinking ass loads of water, I started a new diet, SparkPeople. It's similar to Weight Watchers, but a little easier to track stuff. You don't have to guess about points and things, because you just enter your food into the database, it brings it up (the only things that haven't been listed were Monster Energy Drink, Arizona Raspberry Iced Tea, and Nectarines) and tells you the nutritional value. The only thing I don't like about Spark is that unlike Weight Watchers, it really counts calories hard-core. Yesterday I had 1,503 calories and I was starved at the end of the day. If I had been going by Weight Watcher points I could have had all 30 points and then chowed down on carrots and jalapenos and such, without going over. Did you know that a carrot has 35 calories! Oh my god! But the good news is that in only 22 days I am going for my bariatric surgery evaluation, to see if I qualify. If I do, and if my insurance will cover a major portion, I'm going to do it. I've been fat my entire life, I've tried everything and more to lose the weight, and nothing works. I eat healthy, but I'm too out of shape to really exercise, so if I had the surgery I could just eat like I normally do but then I could execise as well! It would be wonderful!

Anyway, I want to go to the pool after work, but SL wants to go buy a dumb phone. So, I guess I will just have to work hard to convince him to go with my plan... we can get the phone tomorrow!

I Rock! Like a 1980's Camaro.

Friday I worked until six pm, which was fine. By the way, if anyone has ever heard of Novastar, they suck and if you ever are refinancing and your loan officer mentions their name, leave that person immediately and come refinance with me. Yes.

Saturday morning I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. SL had to work from 11-7 so I cleaned the house up a little, ran some errands, and it was good. I wanted to buy bagged rock for the patio, because it's only $3.00 or less per bag, but I didn't. I bought a couple of things for the house though. I made tacos for dinner, because SL didn't go to his coworker's house after work to fix her computer, and they were delicious. I forgot the green onions though! But it was okay. We tried to have some people over, but no one showed up except for D*Martin, even though they said they would. Bastards. It was alright though, we ended up watching American Psycho, my favorite movie, and SL liked it. He didn't like the ending, but I told him he had to be more open minded to get it. I guess he didn't notice some little things that elude to the ending, but that's okay because I've seen it about seventeen or more times and that was his first time ever. Yes.

Sunday SL had to work again, so I cleaned the kitchen and then napped on and off all day because I didn't feel like doing shit. I watched the old "Little Women" on TMC and it was good. I fell asleep before the end, but that was fine because I know how it goes. I made pork tenderloin and green bean casserole for dinner, and it was delicious. Oh yes. We went to karaoke, and that was pretty fun. I saw my old friend JM, whom I haven't seen in about five years, and that was fucking awesome. I sang "Wake Up Older" and fucking rocked at it, surprisingly, I didn't think I would rock so much on a Buster. But I did! Go ME! I'mjust so proud of myself because I love that song. Now to tackle the Cherry Tree song. We'll see. Anyway, the evening was going well, RMac showed up and that was cool. Then, Julia the bartender supposedly in her drunkeness called this black chick Rochelle a nigger, and Cat got pissed, and CB pulled the plug on karaoke and it was a big drama. Cat took everything down and D*Martin loaded it all with SL's help into the car and that was that. Karaoke was over. We'll see if she comes back, I'm sure she will.

So, I'm going to make something very clear because I think it seems like I might be wishy-washy on this topic. I don't like Mel, the end. I think she is a drunken whore trying to present herself as a good-two-shoes, and I don't dig that. She can go far far away as much as I'm concerned. When I see her, she ruins my evening in the style of thinking you have a big bag of pure cocaine which turns out to be anthrax. The end.

Jason the Asian

Let's start with the first one.

I was going to a party at DJ's house, and it was his going away to Cleveland party. SL was with me. We drove over to DJ's parents' house, where he was staying, and it was in the woods. It was a humongous house, surrounded by trees. We parked on this lane, and walked in. The party was wonderful, everyone I knew was there, and we all had a great time. SUCH a good time in fact that we decided to have a second party the next night. For some reason, this next party was a going away party for NB also. So the next night SL and I headed out there, and when we arrived, I had him go up to the door to make sure people were there because I didn't want to be the first to go in. An hour later I woke up in the car, and realised that SL had never come back. I walked up to the garage and went into the house through the side door. SL was in there, flirting with TD and her friend MN. I started yelling at him, and noticed that my awesome outfit was turning stupid-looking with every word that came out of my mouth. I had been wearing my cool black shirt, jeans, and these nifty spike-heel boots, but as I spoke, my jeans turned into running shorts, and my spike heeled boots turned into a nasty green color and instead of pantyhose underneath I was wearing ugly green socks. So I stopped yelling, and walked away, and went to sit by NB, SB, and DJ, who were all doing coke in the living room. I sat on DJ's lap, because I was skinny in the dream, and he had coke all over his face. He kept snorting out and getting his used coke on me, and I was getting irritated. SL walked up the stairs when DJ's face was all close to mine, and got mad. He stormed out, and I didn't follow him. That was it.

****

I was at an amusement park in the woods, with my new boyfriend Chuck, the asian, and his brother Charlie and some girl. We were all having a wonderful time, and then it started to rain. We decided to go back to Chuck's apartment, and they went in their car and I went in mine. We were driving down 270, and they passed me right before I got stuck in traffic caused by an accident. I ended up back at their complex about 45 minutes later. I was looking all over for Chuck, and I couldn't find him. Their apartment complex looked more like a commune than a community. I was wandering around all over, and I finally found Charlie. I asked him where Chuck was, and he said "Who is Chuck?" and I was like "My boyfriend, the asian!" and he said that his name was Jason, not Chuck. Then I remembered it was actually Jason. So Charlie gave me his number, and I tried calling him, and kept wandering. I finally ended up at his apartment, where I found him making out with this girl who looked like a girl I went to high school with. I yelled at Jason why would he do that when we just started dating, and he said that although I had the better personality, was prettier, and better in bed, he chose her because she was ugly and boring and needed love too. I told him that was absolutely ridiculous, and totally not fair. I went around the apartment and started collecting my belongings, and found a notebook that I had written in sitting on the kitchen table. It was a real-life written account of this blog! Some girls were trying to talk to me, and then ND from work came in and told me it was time to go back to the amusement park. That was it.

Oh yeah, and...

I forgot to mention that my new favorite color combinations are brown and pink and brown and teal/aqua/turquoise.

Thanks.

A Real-Life Freak

Lots of freaks in the world, lots and lots. Well, I met one last night that really blew me away. She was in her... 40's I would say, nice looking, good hygiene, neat hair, etc. She liked my dad-fucking shirt, seemed nice enough, and mentioned that she was a bartender. Then, it happened. There is this strange kind of girl, the "Bride of Darkness" as she calls herself, who is like Goth-heavy-metal-punkish. Black lips, eyes, tattered shirts, etc. Whatever, it's a style I used to promote myself, back in the day. She's a friendly girl, talks too much for my liking, but nonetheless she isn't offish or bitchy or anything. She sings strange songs, such as "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" and some other rahr-rahr-grahrahr songs. For a chick, she does alright! I could never do that! Anyway, she gets up to sing one of her blander songs, and the "nice" bartender lady yells "FREAK!" And from that moment on, everytime the music stopped playing, or there was a pause in noise, this woman could be heard yelling "FREAK!" as loud as she could. What a fucking cunt. It upset the Bride of Darkness so much that she and her friends left. The thing that disappointed me was that this woman was clearly old enough to be their mother, and supposedly a bartender, so she should not only be mature enough to deal with people who look weird, but she should be used to it! All kinds of crazies go into bars! Not to mention I was also disappointed that my friend Geese (ghee-z) condoned her behavior, saying there was "a good reason". I can't think of one good reason why someone should be allowed to call other people names, but whatever.

Also at Eldo's last night was a bitch and her closeted boyfriend. She reminded me so much of LF that used to work with me, it was scary. When I first saw her I thought it was her even. But anyway, this girl was a bitch, hardcore. When SL was singing "Folsom Prison Blues", she said, loudly enough for me to hear, that Dave (her gay boyfriend) was so much better than SL. I almost went over to punch her in her ugly face right then. After that, she made some comment about smoking in Columbus, and how it's not allowed indoors, and I smart-assedly replied that I wasn't smoking, the cigarette was, and somehow this warranted a blow job mouth/hand motion from her. You know, where you poke your cheek with your tongue and move your fist in and out. Whatever. Cunts. Later on in the night she was nice to me, while we were waiting for the bathroom, but I pretended to be nice just because I didn't want to have to take a bitch down.

GMc is back from Canada, FINALLY! He was there for nine loooooong weeks. It felt like a million years. But at least he has everything sorted out now, mostly. It was so awesome to see him last night! We did three shots, a kamikaze, a Jaeger bomb (it was humongous!) and an apple pucker that was supposed be for Slim, but he changed his mind. I was d. r. u. n. k. I had 3 Mike Lights, 3 shots, and 2 pitchers. I couldn't believe I drank that much. I thought I was going to die on the way home, everything was spinning. We went to Taco Bell and I was starving, but when we were driving home we were behind this stanky truck and I swear I almost yakked right there in the car. Needless to say, I lost my appetite, and when we got home I hung myself over the toiley until I finally made myself barf so I wouldn't die of dizziness. It was alright. But I didn't eat my Taco Bell. It's for lunch today. *grin* I haven't been that drunk in soooooo long. Years I think. Because the last time I got so drunk, it was on liquor, and if I get drunk drunk on liquor, I just pass out/black out. When I get drunk on beer, it's puke city for me. But that's okay, I am getting tired of drinking. Once or twice a week is even too much for me anymore. I'm getting old.

My new favorite song is "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree" by KT Tunstall. I still can't sing it at karaoke though. Damnit.

The Number One Most Fucked Up Dream Ever

Even for me.

I dreamt that I was on a bus with some former classmates of mine, and we were headed to an amusement park. We lived in England, or some other very green hilly country where it is foggy all the time. We arrived at the park, and it was closed, so we went to a TV studio where a show was being taped, and got free tickets to sit and watch it. The show was like American Idol, but it was for mothers and daughters. The pair we saw was wonderful, and they beat out all three other pairs that day. Somehow, I got hired to work there. I was walking down the hall trying to find a bathroom and this guy stopped me and asked if I could sing. I said yes, so he asked me to be a stand-in judge. Then, I was hired. I went home from there, to my house which looked like an old-fashioned house, it was the tall skinny kind, in a neighborhood that reminded me of Harvard Square. My house was attached to a church, incidentally called St. Mary Magdalene. I walked in, and realized that I was in a lot of pain. My stomach hurt and my back hurt, so I laid down on the couch and began to watch some talk shows. I couldn't bear the pain after awhile, so I called SL to come home and help me, because I thought I might have to go to the hospital. When he got home, I was bleeding from my nether-regions, and writhing in pain. He stuck his hand up inside me, and pulled out a little sac filled with three babies. One of them wasn't actually a baby, it was more like a pouch with a bone and a vein inside, and the other two were joined at the head. Only one baby was normal, other than the half-baby attached to it. That baby wasn't completely developed, it was just a head with a torso and little shrunken arms and legs, no ears or hair or anything. The babies were all wearing pink bows on their skulls though. They came out of the sac dry, and I tried to wrap them up so SL could put them back inside me. I couldn't get the sac to stay closed though. I called my mom to ask her what I should do, but when she answered the phone I could hear her talking to my dad about what to lecture me on for not being at work in the middle of the day. She finally said hello and I replied "I'm pregnant with triplets" and her response to that was "well, its likely that only one of them will survive, maybe two if you're lucky." I told her the situation, and she said I should just leave them out and put them in a bowl of water or in the bathtub so that they didn't shrivel up. Then we got to talking about the cats, and my little ex-step-sister-in-law was in my house, and she had a kitten named Isabella. As I was hanging up, she took the kittens and walked out the door. I didn't follow her. After that, I put the babies in a bowl on the kitchen table, and then went and took a shower and got dressed. SL was still home, and I noticed that he looked like he was crying. I asked him why, and he said that he had just gotten fired because they didn't want to keep him around until New Year's. I asked if he had called to tell his work what happened, and he said he did, and had talked to Gary. Gary said they would figure something out, but then Emily called back and told SL that he was fired. I told SL he should call Gary directly because Emily was probably lying. He went off to call Gary, and I went outside. Right out the door, a priest was giving a tour of the church grounds, and was telling the story of Ben Pritchard and Kyle Quigley and how they single-handedly brought down the church garage. I remembered when that happened (this was not in real life, btw) and so I helped the priest tell the story. The last thing that I remember is walking down the street looking very trendy.

La plupart de week-end de blah de toute l'heure.

Thursday we went to Eldo's for karaoke, which we haven't done in forever. It was a really fun time, I drank Harpoon, and lots of people were there. TomCat was there, Moose, GG, etc. We met a guy from Morristown New Jersey, and he was really nice. He talked to GG about the Seeing Eye Dog school. The Sir was there too, and we haven't seen him in forever. Overall, a great night.

Friday was fun too. GG and SL and I went to Jersey Mike's for dinner. GG and SL got giant sized subs, and I got a regular, and I barely finished mine... but they ate their whole subs! The HUGE ones! I was not surprised that SL could, but I didn't think GG would be able to. She's eaten a whole giant sub before, but it was a smaller type sandwich, not the Club Supreme with like five meats and cheese and bacon and toppings and all that. Whoo. After dinner we headed back to my house, and just chilled. GG finally got to see the upstairs of my apartment, and she thought it was cool, I think. The only bad thing that happened on Friday was that Mickey farted on GG's lap and made her throat feel funny- SL and I are used to it so we didn't even notice, but it was toxic to her! After we dropped GG off at home, SL and I went to Kroger in Graceland to buy meat and cat litter and some other stuff. I love that Kroger, it's so nice and clean and fancy.

Saturday I made omlettes for breakfast, and they were huge. I filled them with cheese, tomatoes, and green onions, and put fresh mushrooms in SL's (but not mine!) I was quite impressed with myself. We were going to go to Big Lots to buy some stepping stones to put on the patio, but SL mentioned that he had to pay his health insurance and I felt guilty for wanting to buy stones, so we didn't go. I napped all day and I don't know what SL did. He made steaks for dinner, and they were delicious, if a bit overdone. The flavor was awesome though. I made fries, green beans, and sauteed mushrooms/onions/garlic to go with it. Before the steaks we went to the pool, and it was so cold! It was also super crowded, which I hate. Kids were bumping into us and stuff, and it was not that fun. We only stayed an hour. While we were eating, Douger and his kid came over. His kid is so cute! I don't remember how old he is though, but he is a nice kid. We watched a movie on Saturday night... it was... Dark Water. Not too bad, not too great, but it was alright. I thought it was going to be scarier, but it was just mildly scary.

Sunday I was going to make blueberry pancakes for breakfast, but then I realized we didn't have any eggs. The next plan was to make blueberry biscuits, but then I opened the milk and almost yakked because it was so sour. And full. Needless to say, I was disappointed. I made pierogies instead, and then SL went to work. I watched the new Planet of the Apes, and it was great. I wouldn't pay money to see it, but it was on FX, so that was cool. I thought it was going to be like the original, which I love, but it wasn't really anything like it. But I did like the new one. I masturbated like 150 times, took a shower, and then went to Payless to buy some new sandals. They didn't have the hippie kind like I had before, so I got some Airwalk flops that rock. They are like slippers kind of, because they don't have that stupid stick to put between my toes. I hate that stick. After Payless I headed over to Kroger and did some MAJOR shopping, since our cupboards were literally bare, and spent $183.68. I was very proud of myself. I rearranged all the cupboards and the fridge and the freezer, and our shelving once again looks like a grocery store. Yippy! SL came home around eight-fifteen, and I was making Crunchwraps for dinner... except they didn't really work out. I had all the right ingredients, but the tortillas would not wrap around the tostadas. It kinda sucked, but it tasted good anyway, so that was okay. After dinner we went to Eldo's for karaoke, and it was an alright time. I got kinda drunk, but not really, and it was kind of annoying. We had fun though, and we won a t-shirt and a hat. We got White Castle on the way home, and I will just say that their garlic cheeseburgers are super garlicky. Woah.

So, this thing has been happening to me. I'm pretty much completely miserable, and I know it's ruining SL's life. He's not happy anymore, and it's my fault. But I can't get out of this funk, feeling like a failure and a terrible person and all that. I blame it all on MMA, but I suppose I should blame myself for marrying him in the first place. I just wish I could be happy.

SL really hurt my feelings last night, because I felt like he didn't care at all about what I was trying to tell him. I was thinking about how I would like to move to Massachusettes, because I'm always so happy when I go there. I've always visited during a time of strife in my world, and going to Salem really makes me at peace with things. SL said I was crazy, that's not true, and it's just because I'm on vacation. I think he's wrong. I think I'm supposed to be there at some point in my life. Maybe I used to live there in a different life or something, I don't know. When I said that he said there is no such thing as reincarnation. Basically he kept putting down every single thing I had to say, so I just went to sleep because I didn't feel like having to defend my beliefs at three o'clock in the morning. I don't know what to do about that. If his beliefs are so different from mine, this relationship will never last and we will never be able to raise children together. I feel kind of betrayed because he was being so close-minded, and because suddenly he has all these strong religious feelings that I never knew about before. I always thought we were on the same page, or at least in the same chapter, but it seems that I was mistaken.

Freak on a Leash

It's funny when you find out who is into BDSM. I'm highly amused and yet not surprised at all. Way to go. You know who you are.

Anyway, there is a song on the radio called "Keg in the Closet" by Kenny Chesney (yay) and I can't concentrate so I will say that last night karaoke FUCKING rocked, I even stopped in at Zuey's after SL and I walked GG home, and it was just wonderful. I had such a happy time last night. Oh yes.

Now, a sad song because there is far too much joy happening.



Wake Up Older
~Julie Roberts~

Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news
Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on

I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone
So I found me a stranger
With his comforting danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on

Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
Wake up older

Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like
Yesterday's news

God Bless {insert country here}

What an un-eventful weekend. Thank god.

Friday was fairly wonderful, SL and I went to the Reds v. Indians game (like some sort of Cherokee battle!) in Cincinnati. It was a great game, even though the stupid Reds won. They were sneaky though, because they played like shit the whole game until the bottom of the ninth when some dude hit a Grand Slam. Oh man, I was pissed. But the guys who work in our Cincinnati and Kentucky offices were thrilled. Sheesh. After the game DD and TD wanted us to go to this bar, Pachinkos or something, in Kentucky (Cincinnati is on the border of OH/KY) and so we drove over there, but oh my god, it was ghetto around this very nice area. The bar looked packed and we weren't much in the mood for spending more than $2.25 on a beer, so we drove back to Ohio. There is an IHOP in Cincinnati, so we went there. IHOP always shows commercials in Columbus, but the closest one is either Cincinnati or Findlay, and that makes me sad. I got a funnell cake meal and so did SL. It was wonderful!! We had so much fun. The title company that works with my company paid for the whole game and everything, so including parking and IHOP and gasoline, we spent just over $50.00 and got to sit/hang out in the awesome party box. What a great night. SL was sickly when we came home and I had to go to CVS at 3am to get him some tummy medication. I couldn't sleep then because I was worried about him being sick, so I didn't even fall asleep until about 6am. That sucked.

Saturday I woke up around 11am, because I didn't want to sleep until two or whatever just from being up so late. I worked on the computer for a little while, then I took SL's card and went to run a few errands and do some shopping. I paid CheckSmart, went to Sav-a-Lot to get some marinade and toilet paper, and went to Big Lots to get some goggles. At Big Lots they were having a HUGE sale on everything, so I also bought two tiki torches and some fuel. Then I headed over to Nazareth and bought gyros for SL and myself for lunch. When I got home, SL had been on the computer the whole time I was gone, and didn't clean up the dishes or anything, and I was a little irritated because he never does anything on his own. I got over it, and watched this great special on the History Channel about Ben Franklin. Then I took a nap. After that we headed over to Y and J's new (well, new to me, they moved in in March) apartment for a small cookout. J doesn't actually live there I found out, because they are both still working on their divorces. That's cool. Y cut all her hair off and it looks so awesome. I'm slightly envious because when I cut my hair short two years ago, her style was what I wanted but I ended up with mushroom-butt hair. Oh well. Her kids are getting so big, especially the baby! I couldn't believe it. I'm glad to see she's happy. SL tried to start some shit with me when we were at Kroger getting beer and pop, but I just ignored him and suggested he stop trying to pick a fight just because we haven't fought in so long. He was pouty and being kinda bratty, but he got over it.

Sunday SL had to work 2-10, which sucked. I cleaned the kitchen again and picked up around the house. If I do say so myself, it looks great. I also made homemade asian chicken wings for our party on Monday. Other than that, I basically relaxed, which was for about one hour out of eight. Douger came over and brought 17 beers for me, which I loved, and I got to meet his kid, who is cute. I picked SL up at 10pm and we went to get some Taco Bell. We didn't go to karaoke because he got home so late.

Monday I had to work, whatever hours I chose because everyone else was off. I came in from 10am to 7pm, and cleaned out our filing cabinets of old files to be shredded. Then I had to catalog them. That was fun, except for the big thunderstorm that knocked out the power for a second. I like being in the office alone because I can actually get stuff done! After work SL and I went over to J1&J2's house for a small party. Turns out that everyone had been over early in the day, but they still had a ton of food left over. I brought my chicken wings, SL loved them and so did J1's roommate, B. He's a cool guy, I may have mentioned him a few months ago. We watched "The Closer" which was an alright show. Not as good as SVU!! Nothing compares!! And then watched (stupid) Red, White & Boom on TV. That was okay. We basically just hung out and drank and talked and watched the kids run ragged and then went home. When we got home we watched Dirty Pretty Things, with my favorite actress Audrey Tautou, and it was pretty good. I couldn't finish it though, because I was so tired.


Tuesday the fourth we chilled in the morning, I made pancakes, and then we finished watching the movie. Around 4pm we went over to my parents' house for a cook out. My mom made burgers (yay!) and chicken (not yay but I ate some anyway) and beans and potato salad and everything. It was awesome. We watched Lifetime movies while my dad and SL did some shit on the computer. I have no clue. Later my mom gave us some gifts they bought in Myrtle Beach for us, a t-shirt for SL and 2 t-shirts for me plus a pair of cute flip-flop earrings and a cat business card holder. Yay. We watched a couple of specials on TV, like Macy's 4th of July and a Capitol Fourth, the NYC one sucked but the Capitol one was great. Except for Elmo, I hate that guy. SL and I headed to Brewstir's around 10:30pm, and it was an alright time there. I won one game of trivia, but pathetically lost the rest. SL did alright, and so did The Sir. Ace and some guy Sancho were leading the board the whole time. I sang America-themed songs, and just for future reference, don't ever let me sing "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" by Toby Keith EVER EVER EVER again. Seriously. I even put it up a half and it was still too low. No thanks. We didn't get drunk, and came home, and it was all fine.

Yesterday was uneventful as well, work was fine, and blah blah. SL pissed me off because he let the cat boxes go for four days, and because he didn't do any of the dishes. Well, I take that back, he did load about 1/4 of the dishes into the dishwasher, but didn't finish. I just don't understand why I always do everything and he doesn't do anything until I get pissed off at him for not doing it after I asked him to days ago. I guess I just have to get used to him acting like he still lives with his mother, I don't know. I went to bed and he played on the computer, and he didn't even come to sleep until after 3am. Whatever.

Today I have to go get my busted blood vessel in my nose coterized (sp?) and I am not looking forward to it. Maybe they won't do it today and just give me an evaluation... not sure.

Flash Update

Not as in Java but as in Gordon. Ha.

I haven't posted a real entry in so long that there is no way I can tell you everything that has happened. So, I will give you a run down.

Lots of karaoke at Brewstir's on Weber, no karaoke anywhere else. We had to cut down how much we were spending and drinking. NB moved to Texas, that made me sad. I will miss him a lot. I found out my dead ex isn't dead, that fucked me up in the head. I realised that when I'm pissed or upset or whatever, I want beer, but not to get rid of the pain. Just to take the edge off. We drank some really bad beer, called DAB, from Germany. Yuck. It's only good when you're high, otherwise it tastes like sewage. The kittens got their shots. SL and I met this guy, DF, who gave us cocaine and it was terrible and I did some and I never EVER want to do it again. He was a nice guy though and had a cool dog named Vanilla. I saw Scarface for the first time ever, loved it, saw Casino, did not like it so much. Also saw Date Movie, good movie, not as funny as I thought it would be though. We got a free 30 day Blockbuster trial. I shaved down my Sprint plan because I felt like I was being ass raped for stupid shit. Now I only have unlimited txt msg and equipment protection. Fuck them and their $70 a month. No thanks. I figured out how to fix my money situation, thanks to my boss. It involves me not getting a part-time job, thank god. Even though I already got one, I haven't started yet. But anyway. Things are going a little better, I'm still messed up in my head from this shit that happened awhile ago, and on top of that VS pretty much came back from the dead, so... yeah.
Late.

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Warning: Super Descriptive Dream

I went to a party last Saturday night (got real drunk, got in a fight, uh-huh, it ain't no big thing) at my friend RE(D)B's house, where she lived with her husband, in Findlay. There were a lot of people there, including a girl Mary from high school, and a young John Goodman, and ND from work, along with some folks I didn't know. It was a very good time, John Goodman played with the band and their house was huge so it wasn't crowded. I was feeling a little bit irritated because I was on the rag though. Then I met this boy, Clint. He looks like the Mac guy from the Apple Commercials. I guess I had met him before, and vaguely remembered him. He said he was a Whetstone kid, and that was how he knew everyone. I told him that didn't make any sense since no one at the party was a Whetstone kid, but he insisted. I was trying to get some ice cream from the freezer, and he blocked my way. I told him to get the heck out of my area, but he refused, so I just went back down to the family room to watch the movie that was playing. Right when I tried to sit in the chair, he jumped into it and I ended up on his lap. I got out of the chair and knelt in front of it, and tried to reason with him about blocking my ice cream and thieving my chair and so on. He apologized, and out of the corner of my eye I saw ND making blow job faces and laughing. So, I got up and went into the bathroom to get some peace. Right as I was sitting on the toilet, pants down and everything, Clint comes and sits down; again I end up on his lap. I'm like, "Dude you had better move before I stain your jeans" and he says he doesn't care because "a woman's period is a natural thing in life" or something 1970's school video-ish. He steals my stupid pad and looks at it like he had never seen a feminine napkin before. He says something like he thought it would be bloodier or grosser or something and I inform him that it's the last day so the flow is light. He accepts that reasoning, and gives the pad back to me. Then he's looking all over for soap to wash his hands (because it's only polite he says) and can't find any manly soap. Everything in this bathroom is girly, because it's RE(D)B's bathroom. TB's bathroom is on the other side of the room. Clint goes over there to wash his hands. At this point I'm just like wtf mate, and so I sit down on the couch to wait for Clint and accept that he likes me and maybe we can hang. Well, I wait and wait and wait, someone asks me where SL is and I remind them that his mother made him move to New Jersey and I was not invited, and I wait some more. This guy Joe (who likes to show his balls at karaoke in real life) comes up to me and I ask him if he knows where Clint is. He says that Clint left because I told him he was boring. I ask everyone if they have Clint's number, but no one does. So I go home, hoping to see him at the next party or something. I give everyone my number so they can give it to him if they see him out. The next morning I am running a little late for work, but I decide to stop in at this greek donut place anyway. I thought I was only running about 5 minutes behind, but when I look at the clock it says I am 30 mintues late. So I call the office, and instead of answering, KG just sticks me into DE's voicemail. This irritates me, so I decide not to get her a donut. I'm in the shop, and the greek people who work there are so funny looking, like caricatures of greek people instead of actual greek people. It's scary. The girl keeps touching my arm like we're friends. I finally get my donuts and get back to the car, except this creepy guy that has been watching me the whole time is making me nervous and I step in a big pile of sawdust. It gets all up in my shoes and everything, and I have to wipe my shoes off in the snow as I swing myself into the car. Did I mention that it's winter and I live in Massachusettes? Yeah. The last scene is me driving to work, feeling irritated. But I liked my outfit, it was black knee-high boots, long black skirt, dark grey turtle neck, and black scarf. I looked awesome.