Angelfire sucks.
Here is where I have a new photo album: Photobucket
Bah. I probably won't use the Angelfire one any more but I will leave the pics that are there up on it. Fucking stupid Angelfire.
06 December 2005
When Jesus said "Love Thy Neighbor" I don't think he meant doggy style.
Well Sunday night was interesting. Karaoke was dead, really dead. I got to sing eight times! I spent most of the night talking to BR, and I was happy because he's finally over that angry drunk phrase, even though he's still on the drunk phase. We talked about all kinds of things, from working at Dairy Queen (we both worked there from ages 15 til 21, but about 20 years apart!) to his daughter, to SR doing my hair. We really covered a wide range of topics! And it was great because BR and I haven't sat down and talked like that in a really long time. I was proud of him too because he stopped drinking 1) before he ran out of money and 2) before he was completely trashed, and he drank coffee for the rest of the night.
Yesterday I pretty much did nothing, sat on the couch and drank beer while I watched "Chicago" and "Who's Line is it Anyway?" and "Iron Chef." The Iron Chef was really good this time, they had battle blue crab and it made me so frickin' hungry for Chinese food, even though it was Iron Chef Italian versus the Thai King & Queen's Royal Food Critic. The Thai food looked way better than the other food, but the Iron Chef won anyway. Sometimes I think it's rigged because I would much rather eat the competitor's meal than the Iron Chef's, but he wins anyway! Oh well. I was glad it was crab because lately the battles have been tofu or eggplant or weird asian fish that I've never heard of... that's just not fun for my brain. I like to watch battles with things I like to eat or would like to try.
I talked to SL this morning, and he told me he passed out at work yesterday. I think he needs to treat his body a lot better, but he doesn't really have a choice... well, kinda. He never sleeps because of the PTSD, and it's taking a toll on him. Plus he gets fucked up often and he doesn't sleep then either. He needs sleep! His body is just gonna shut down one of these days, and it won't be pretty. I try to tell him, but like any typical man, he doesn't listen.
I had a strange dream last night. GG and I were on our way to this church event/dinner. She was driving my big pimped out white and gold SUV, but it was special because blind people could drive it - The truck would turn and stop and it even had sensors to make it stop quickly if someone cut you off or something like that. Just like a sighted person would be driving it! The SUV was so big that GG, Wendell and I sat three across, and I was having issues because Wendell had fleas that were the size of house flies. We finally got to the church, which happened to be near Westgate Park in the Hilltop. Everything was decorated in white and silver and everyone (including us) was wearing maroon shirts and khaki pants or skirts. Wendell had a maroon collar on because her fur is kinda khaki colored. We had to register/sign in whatever, and the girl behind the table kept insisting that Wendell and GG were some other girl and her dog, and was trying to get them to go to a different section, even though her tickets matched mine. Then I saw SL across the way and I looking right at him when my phone started ringing and I was wondering why he was calling me when he was looking straight at me... then I realised he was calling me in real life and I woke up.
04 December 2005
Never Drive Faster than your Guardian Angel can Fly.
Sunday, I was sick as death. I thought I was going to die, seriously. I woke up at 6am, feeling icky in the tummy. So I don't have to go into detail, let's just say I was so sick that I really considered setting up camp in front of the toiley. Truley. By nine pm my fever had risen to 103.4 F, and I wanted to die, but instead my dad brought me ginger ale and Tylenol, and my fever went down to 99.1 F by midnight.
Monday I was fine, but just worn out from being so sick the day before. I did nothing.
Tuesday I went to karaoke at Brewstir's on High with O. It was very fun, except for the stuff about SL that pissed me off. I talked to these very nice boys who are also in real estate, and one of them was hitting on me and doing a really good job. I appreciated his kindness especially when I told him I was taken and he didn't even stop being nice. That was manly of him. I ended up talking to these two other dudes and they bought me a beer and some shots (as previously mentioned in that other post) and it was all good. O and I went to Hot Spot and I was trashed (as previously mentioned as well.)
Wednesday... I did nothing.
Thursday I had to have a beer, work was just too stressful. So I went to Zuey's and guess who was there?! KT! He had gotten fired the night of the Michigan/OSU game, but he's back now, yay yay yay. GMc was coming over for dinner and met me there around seven. KL ended up coming in and I was very happy because I haven't seen her in about two months. Yay! She's excited to meet SL, and she's coming back to work this week. I'm so happy! GMc and I went home to eat chicken dinner but I didn't feel like cooking so we went to Fiesta Jalisco instead. I've been there three times since I got back from Florida. I fucking love that restaurant. After dinner we headed to Eldo's, where I had two beers and was tired of drinking. I pretty much hung out with D*Martin, Poke, and their friends, and it was alright. GG came in and I talked to her a little bit, and Moose came in but I wanted to stay away from him cuz of that thing that happened the other week, I'm still not down with it.
D*Martin and I were talking, and he told me that he had wanted to hook up with me before, but he was waiting for me to get back from Florida. Apparently he thought I would have a terrible time there, and when I came back he could just pull up quick to retrieve it. Since this was not the case, I guess now he just has a crush on me. He hasn't tried anything though, and I think that's very nice of him.
Friday I did nothing.
Saturday I got my hair done in the afternoon:
I love the red and gold look, it's totally awesome. I'm so happy with the results. Saturday night was my company Holiday Party (not Christmas since we do have a Jewish kid workin' for us!) at Hyde Park. I was expecting more, food-wise, but my Veal Chop was delicious. The sides left much to be desired and everyone who got steak felt that theirs was way over cooked. It was alright though, open bar (yee!) and I had 2 Absolut Mandarin and Cranberry and five or six glasses ($18 each) of White Zinfandel...mmmm... Yeah. I took GMc as my date, and we had a very good time. We sat with DJ and his wife, and KG and her man. I took some pics, look for those on the album page Monday night. The only thing that I didn't like about the party was the fact that WR got trashed and for some reason brought up this party VM had a year and a half ago where I lost my panties and my jeans due to pot brownies and a kid named Brandon. I don't know WHY WR has to bring it up, but he always does. His ass was passed out on the lawn at that party, so he has no room to talk. At least I didn't get drunk.
There was an ice storm while we were inside partying, so GMc drove home because being from Canada he has much experience driving on slick roads. I was more than happy to let him! I still had to drive home from his house to mine, but it's only about seven miles and the roads were pretty wet by that time so it was all good. However, I think hills in areas where snow and ice are expected should be outlawed, that's just my opinion.
Today was family picture day at the JC Penney's. I don't mind taking pictures, but for some reason, every year, I always look like I'm 40 years old. I look about 20 lbs heavier and so wrinkly, it's weird. I hope the pics come out alright, they weren't too great last year but oh well. I had rock star hair for these pics, oh yeah. After that we went to eat at Ruby Tuesday's where I had a bison burger. Oh my gosh, bison is so good! Much better than beef! I think I may start buying it just for myself because I loved it. Yum. My little brother got his driver's license on the 1st, so my parents got him a keychain w/his own key on it, and a visor clip that says, "Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly." Words to the wise.
Tonight, karaoke. Yup.
Monday I was fine, but just worn out from being so sick the day before. I did nothing.
Tuesday I went to karaoke at Brewstir's on High with O. It was very fun, except for the stuff about SL that pissed me off. I talked to these very nice boys who are also in real estate, and one of them was hitting on me and doing a really good job. I appreciated his kindness especially when I told him I was taken and he didn't even stop being nice. That was manly of him. I ended up talking to these two other dudes and they bought me a beer and some shots (as previously mentioned in that other post) and it was all good. O and I went to Hot Spot and I was trashed (as previously mentioned as well.)
Wednesday... I did nothing.
Thursday I had to have a beer, work was just too stressful. So I went to Zuey's and guess who was there?! KT! He had gotten fired the night of the Michigan/OSU game, but he's back now, yay yay yay. GMc was coming over for dinner and met me there around seven. KL ended up coming in and I was very happy because I haven't seen her in about two months. Yay! She's excited to meet SL, and she's coming back to work this week. I'm so happy! GMc and I went home to eat chicken dinner but I didn't feel like cooking so we went to Fiesta Jalisco instead. I've been there three times since I got back from Florida. I fucking love that restaurant. After dinner we headed to Eldo's, where I had two beers and was tired of drinking. I pretty much hung out with D*Martin, Poke, and their friends, and it was alright. GG came in and I talked to her a little bit, and Moose came in but I wanted to stay away from him cuz of that thing that happened the other week, I'm still not down with it.
D*Martin and I were talking, and he told me that he had wanted to hook up with me before, but he was waiting for me to get back from Florida. Apparently he thought I would have a terrible time there, and when I came back he could just pull up quick to retrieve it. Since this was not the case, I guess now he just has a crush on me. He hasn't tried anything though, and I think that's very nice of him.
Friday I did nothing.
Saturday I got my hair done in the afternoon:
I love the red and gold look, it's totally awesome. I'm so happy with the results. Saturday night was my company Holiday Party (not Christmas since we do have a Jewish kid workin' for us!) at Hyde Park. I was expecting more, food-wise, but my Veal Chop was delicious. The sides left much to be desired and everyone who got steak felt that theirs was way over cooked. It was alright though, open bar (yee!) and I had 2 Absolut Mandarin and Cranberry and five or six glasses ($18 each) of White Zinfandel...mmmm... Yeah. I took GMc as my date, and we had a very good time. We sat with DJ and his wife, and KG and her man. I took some pics, look for those on the album page Monday night. The only thing that I didn't like about the party was the fact that WR got trashed and for some reason brought up this party VM had a year and a half ago where I lost my panties and my jeans due to pot brownies and a kid named Brandon. I don't know WHY WR has to bring it up, but he always does. His ass was passed out on the lawn at that party, so he has no room to talk. At least I didn't get drunk.
There was an ice storm while we were inside partying, so GMc drove home because being from Canada he has much experience driving on slick roads. I was more than happy to let him! I still had to drive home from his house to mine, but it's only about seven miles and the roads were pretty wet by that time so it was all good. However, I think hills in areas where snow and ice are expected should be outlawed, that's just my opinion.
Today was family picture day at the JC Penney's. I don't mind taking pictures, but for some reason, every year, I always look like I'm 40 years old. I look about 20 lbs heavier and so wrinkly, it's weird. I hope the pics come out alright, they weren't too great last year but oh well. I had rock star hair for these pics, oh yeah. After that we went to eat at Ruby Tuesday's where I had a bison burger. Oh my gosh, bison is so good! Much better than beef! I think I may start buying it just for myself because I loved it. Yum. My little brother got his driver's license on the 1st, so my parents got him a keychain w/his own key on it, and a visor clip that says, "Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly." Words to the wise.
Tonight, karaoke. Yup.
Update! Update! Update!
Yee-haw!
I have successfully rearranged my photo albums.
Now, click here to see pictures of me and my friends.
Click here to see pictures of all my super animal friends!
Ooooooh yeaaaah. I rule. I also posted five new pics for y'all - I have new awesome hair, it's red and gold, and I'm so fucking thrilled with it!
I have successfully rearranged my photo albums.
Now, click here to see pictures of me and my friends.
Click here to see pictures of all my super animal friends!
Ooooooh yeaaaah. I rule. I also posted five new pics for y'all - I have new awesome hair, it's red and gold, and I'm so fucking thrilled with it!
02 December 2005
Santa!
That's me on the left in the blue sweater and KG on the right in her coat. Santa came to our work this morning! Yay!!! I'm makin' a dumb face cuz the lady takin' the picture couldn't figure out how to work it and then all of a sudden it snapped when I was talking. Sheesh.
I'm Desperate
...and I'm not above asking for help.
There is no possible way I can afford to save my money to both get a divorce and move away from Ohio... so...
Kelly's Divorce Fund
I appreciate everything, I highly doubt I'll get anything from anyone, but hey, every single cent will help. A retainer for a lawyer costs at least $1,100.00 US Dollars, and moving could cost me $5,000.00. This will be difficult, but if I can get help, I will be eternally grateful and I PROMISE this money will go towards nothing but the divorce. Seriously. I'll even send you a copy of the divorce papers if you donate!
There is no possible way I can afford to save my money to both get a divorce and move away from Ohio... so...
Kelly's Divorce Fund
I appreciate everything, I highly doubt I'll get anything from anyone, but hey, every single cent will help. A retainer for a lawyer costs at least $1,100.00 US Dollars, and moving could cost me $5,000.00. This will be difficult, but if I can get help, I will be eternally grateful and I PROMISE this money will go towards nothing but the divorce. Seriously. I'll even send you a copy of the divorce papers if you donate!
01 December 2005
I Need to See a Professional... Oh wait, I am.
Alright, this is probably the most fucked up one to date, only because it's so fantastical... if that's a word. And there are dolphins, which I really fucking hate.
The dream:
I am back living in Macedonia. My entire town has been submersed by what once was a little Creek (Indian Creek to be exact) when it apparently kept filling up and filling up over the last twelve years. The only house not to be submersed belongs to my friend from childhood, Jenny. Since her house rose above the water, she crowned herself Queen of Macedonia, and is not a royal bitch. Her sister Michele is her slave, along with her mom and dad. The tops of the trees look like seaweed floating on the water, though they aren't floating, obviously. The water is dary grayish-blue, only a shade darker than the dreary sky. A little boy floats past me. I have special shoes that enable me to walk on water. I pick up the boy, he's not hurt, just tired, and I carry him around with me. As we walk down what was formerly Crow Drive towards Route 82, a dolphin noses up from under the water. It's a flying dolphin, but his wings are damaged so he swims over to where we are. It seems that dolphins can now speak english, and he tells us not to go to Route 82 because something terrible is going on there. The thing about that is we have to go to Route 82 because I need something to drink and that's the only place to find a store or a vending mahcine. So we walk on. The dolphin goes the oppostite way, squeeking warnings the whole time. When we get to Route 82, the stores and restaurants are all built up on top of their old buildings, but they are all closed except the convenient store. We go to the convenient store so I can get some Diet Rockstar. I leave the little boy outside and he floats away, laughing. I go into the store and it's just like I remember it from childhood, except yellower and it's connected via a long long hallway to all the other businesses. The store seems deserted. I walk to the back looking for the vending machine, and encounter a scary monster type man. He's about seven feet tall and looks like the dudes from the new TheraFlu commercials (human but troll-like and monsterous.) He tells me the vending machine is defunct, they now have a pay-refridgerator. I put a quarter in, a computer screen pops up, and I choose Sprite since there are no energy drinks on the list. I hear a click, and the door opens. Four cans fall out, grape pop, sprite, rockstar, and diet rockstar. I look at the guy and he doesn't notice so I take all the cans and put them in my pockets. I run to the front, down the hallway, and when I get to the bar/restaurant and the end of the hall, the monster has started chasing me. I hide at a table with cowboys (dressed in cow-skin chaps and all) and miraculously the monster passes me by even though I really don't blend in at all. Then I hear an alarm going off, but it's just SL's custom ring tone on my phone in real life.
Amazing.
The dream:
I am back living in Macedonia. My entire town has been submersed by what once was a little Creek (Indian Creek to be exact) when it apparently kept filling up and filling up over the last twelve years. The only house not to be submersed belongs to my friend from childhood, Jenny. Since her house rose above the water, she crowned herself Queen of Macedonia, and is not a royal bitch. Her sister Michele is her slave, along with her mom and dad. The tops of the trees look like seaweed floating on the water, though they aren't floating, obviously. The water is dary grayish-blue, only a shade darker than the dreary sky. A little boy floats past me. I have special shoes that enable me to walk on water. I pick up the boy, he's not hurt, just tired, and I carry him around with me. As we walk down what was formerly Crow Drive towards Route 82, a dolphin noses up from under the water. It's a flying dolphin, but his wings are damaged so he swims over to where we are. It seems that dolphins can now speak english, and he tells us not to go to Route 82 because something terrible is going on there. The thing about that is we have to go to Route 82 because I need something to drink and that's the only place to find a store or a vending mahcine. So we walk on. The dolphin goes the oppostite way, squeeking warnings the whole time. When we get to Route 82, the stores and restaurants are all built up on top of their old buildings, but they are all closed except the convenient store. We go to the convenient store so I can get some Diet Rockstar. I leave the little boy outside and he floats away, laughing. I go into the store and it's just like I remember it from childhood, except yellower and it's connected via a long long hallway to all the other businesses. The store seems deserted. I walk to the back looking for the vending machine, and encounter a scary monster type man. He's about seven feet tall and looks like the dudes from the new TheraFlu commercials (human but troll-like and monsterous.) He tells me the vending machine is defunct, they now have a pay-refridgerator. I put a quarter in, a computer screen pops up, and I choose Sprite since there are no energy drinks on the list. I hear a click, and the door opens. Four cans fall out, grape pop, sprite, rockstar, and diet rockstar. I look at the guy and he doesn't notice so I take all the cans and put them in my pockets. I run to the front, down the hallway, and when I get to the bar/restaurant and the end of the hall, the monster has started chasing me. I hide at a table with cowboys (dressed in cow-skin chaps and all) and miraculously the monster passes me by even though I really don't blend in at all. Then I hear an alarm going off, but it's just SL's custom ring tone on my phone in real life.
Amazing.
30 November 2005
Our First Fight (Aww.)
Well SL and I had our first fight ever last night. It went like this:
I talked to him when I got off work. He told me he was going to dinner with his friend and her family. I said, "Call me when you get home" and he said "okay." I was online at home about an hour later and I noticed that his friend was online as well. I tried calling SL, and he didn't pick up, so I assumed he was still at dinner, and she had maybe left herself logged in or something. I went to karaoke with O, and tried calling SL about two hours later. I got ignored, because it rang two and a half times and then *click* suddenly to voicemail. I was pissed. I sent him a text message, "Hope you're having a great time, I don't like being ignored twice in one night, love Kel." In response I got, "Sorry. Yeah 10 days. Love you." This was the kind of text message a dude sends to his girlfriend when he's getting head from some bitch. Correct me if I'm wrong. I even showed it to a random stranger at the bar and without any prompting from me he goes, "Sounds like your dude is getting fucked." I rest my case. So, I'm so livid that I can barely exist. I start drinking Wild Turkey... oh boy. Some dudes are buying me beers and shots and I'm just getting crunked and pissed. O wants to go to the Hot Spot and I was planning to just drop him off. We're headed there, and I have to stop and get gasoline for the car, and while O is pumping (how nice of him) I try calling SL again. Finally, I get ahold of him. He's totally completely fucked up. I start on him right away, asking what the fuck, why did he ignore me twice, what kind of shitty text message was that, etc. etc. etc. He tells me that he was hanging out with his 2 guy friends, and that pisses me off because he lied. He explains that in this way: "Shit. I told my dad I was going to dinner with Rachel and I told you that when we were talking earlier because he was standing right by me. I forgot to tell you the truth." Okay, that's fine because he's done the same thing before. He never tells his dad where he's really going. SO then I rip into him about the ignoring, and he's like "Oh god, I didn't mean to" and so on. It gets to the point where I'm crying and telling him he better not fuck me over because I haven't felt like this about anyone in a really long time, and he's even starting to surpass how I felt for VS (the dead fiancee) and I never even felt like this for my husband, etc. Then, he starts crying. I'm saying all this stuff about how I love him so much (and don't fuck me over) and how I'm so happy I finally found someone who isn't a complete loser and who actually has something going for them and so on. How FINALLY I can bring him home and my mom won't say, "You're too good for him Kelly" and then SL goes, "But you are too good for me" and that brings another flood of tears from both of us. Then, it's over and we're apologizing and everything is fine.
The end.
So, for my recap of last night, I ended up going into the Hot Spot because after all that crying I needed a beer. Poke and D*Martin showed up (they had been at Brewstirs,) O's friend JD bought me a beer, I talked to some negroes about being black... as if I was black... and that was weird... talked to that one dude K. about when I tried to kill myself and the EMT's were nice (he is an EMT) and how I went to the hopsital once and they thought I was having a stroke (he works at a hopsital also) and then somehow, I had another beer, and I was lit. I ended up leaning on Poke and he was trying to kiss me on the neck and I was like "no, no" but I couldn't stand up, and he's like "But you're hugging on me" and I said, "Correction, I am *leaning* on you because I can't stand up and I'm afraid to sit in a chair." I don't know how I made it home but I was only at the Hot Spot for like 45 minutes and a lot happened and I didn't even sing one song. I got home and decided not to go lay down because I knew I would yak if I did. I played on the computer a bit, then read, then finally fell asleep... Only to be woken up twenty minutes later by two husky black dudes (both with leather jackets, dark skin, one gray cap) yelling lots of obscene words outside in my parking lot, so I got up and looked out the window, and they were leaning on my Mustang using as a base from which to kick and punch the Blazer next to me. I called the cops. Then I was scared they would come back and find out that it was me who called so I was up until almost four a.m. Finally asleep, I randomly woke up at 7:00 a.m. bright eyed and bushy tailed. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't, and SL called me at 7:45 a.m. I tried to go to sleep again at about 8:15 a.m. when he got on the bus to go to work, but I just rolled around til my alarm went off at 8:50 a.m. I think I got 3 hours of sleep. I'm so fucking tired.
Yay, ten days til SL!
I talked to him when I got off work. He told me he was going to dinner with his friend and her family. I said, "Call me when you get home" and he said "okay." I was online at home about an hour later and I noticed that his friend was online as well. I tried calling SL, and he didn't pick up, so I assumed he was still at dinner, and she had maybe left herself logged in or something. I went to karaoke with O, and tried calling SL about two hours later. I got ignored, because it rang two and a half times and then *click* suddenly to voicemail. I was pissed. I sent him a text message, "Hope you're having a great time, I don't like being ignored twice in one night, love Kel." In response I got, "Sorry. Yeah 10 days. Love you." This was the kind of text message a dude sends to his girlfriend when he's getting head from some bitch. Correct me if I'm wrong. I even showed it to a random stranger at the bar and without any prompting from me he goes, "Sounds like your dude is getting fucked." I rest my case. So, I'm so livid that I can barely exist. I start drinking Wild Turkey... oh boy. Some dudes are buying me beers and shots and I'm just getting crunked and pissed. O wants to go to the Hot Spot and I was planning to just drop him off. We're headed there, and I have to stop and get gasoline for the car, and while O is pumping (how nice of him) I try calling SL again. Finally, I get ahold of him. He's totally completely fucked up. I start on him right away, asking what the fuck, why did he ignore me twice, what kind of shitty text message was that, etc. etc. etc. He tells me that he was hanging out with his 2 guy friends, and that pisses me off because he lied. He explains that in this way: "Shit. I told my dad I was going to dinner with Rachel and I told you that when we were talking earlier because he was standing right by me. I forgot to tell you the truth." Okay, that's fine because he's done the same thing before. He never tells his dad where he's really going. SO then I rip into him about the ignoring, and he's like "Oh god, I didn't mean to" and so on. It gets to the point where I'm crying and telling him he better not fuck me over because I haven't felt like this about anyone in a really long time, and he's even starting to surpass how I felt for VS (the dead fiancee) and I never even felt like this for my husband, etc. Then, he starts crying. I'm saying all this stuff about how I love him so much (and don't fuck me over) and how I'm so happy I finally found someone who isn't a complete loser and who actually has something going for them and so on. How FINALLY I can bring him home and my mom won't say, "You're too good for him Kelly" and then SL goes, "But you are too good for me" and that brings another flood of tears from both of us. Then, it's over and we're apologizing and everything is fine.
The end.
So, for my recap of last night, I ended up going into the Hot Spot because after all that crying I needed a beer. Poke and D*Martin showed up (they had been at Brewstirs,) O's friend JD bought me a beer, I talked to some negroes about being black... as if I was black... and that was weird... talked to that one dude K. about when I tried to kill myself and the EMT's were nice (he is an EMT) and how I went to the hopsital once and they thought I was having a stroke (he works at a hopsital also) and then somehow, I had another beer, and I was lit. I ended up leaning on Poke and he was trying to kiss me on the neck and I was like "no, no" but I couldn't stand up, and he's like "But you're hugging on me" and I said, "Correction, I am *leaning* on you because I can't stand up and I'm afraid to sit in a chair." I don't know how I made it home but I was only at the Hot Spot for like 45 minutes and a lot happened and I didn't even sing one song. I got home and decided not to go lay down because I knew I would yak if I did. I played on the computer a bit, then read, then finally fell asleep... Only to be woken up twenty minutes later by two husky black dudes (both with leather jackets, dark skin, one gray cap) yelling lots of obscene words outside in my parking lot, so I got up and looked out the window, and they were leaning on my Mustang using as a base from which to kick and punch the Blazer next to me. I called the cops. Then I was scared they would come back and find out that it was me who called so I was up until almost four a.m. Finally asleep, I randomly woke up at 7:00 a.m. bright eyed and bushy tailed. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't, and SL called me at 7:45 a.m. I tried to go to sleep again at about 8:15 a.m. when he got on the bus to go to work, but I just rolled around til my alarm went off at 8:50 a.m. I think I got 3 hours of sleep. I'm so fucking tired.
Yay, ten days til SL!
29 November 2005
I'm so strange.
In the past week, I've had a dream in which myspace was a building and had to be evacuated due to an air raid, a dream where I met Sadaam Hussein and he wouldn't shake my hand because I'm a woman and I got pissed, and some other fucked up dream. I don't know what is wrong with me but I think I need to go back to being a drunk.
Let's see... where did I leave off? I don't think I've seriously posted since I got back. I suck (but I'm really good at it...)
Ok.
I really haven't done much since I returned. I went to karaoke a few times, I went to dinner twice with GG and IH when he was in town, I think I've gone to Zuey's maybe... two or four times... and... that's it. Not much is going on here. I'm waiting and waiting for December 10th to come because that is the day that SL is arriving! I'm going to get all my Christmas shopping done tomorrow, and my grand total for spending will be: $165 give or take $20. That would be for mom, dad, gramma, SK, SL, GG, and SS/Jms. I rock.
Late.
Oh and I got new brake pads - $227.20!! Fuck that!!
Let's see... where did I leave off? I don't think I've seriously posted since I got back. I suck (but I'm really good at it...)
Ok.
I really haven't done much since I returned. I went to karaoke a few times, I went to dinner twice with GG and IH when he was in town, I think I've gone to Zuey's maybe... two or four times... and... that's it. Not much is going on here. I'm waiting and waiting for December 10th to come because that is the day that SL is arriving! I'm going to get all my Christmas shopping done tomorrow, and my grand total for spending will be: $165 give or take $20. That would be for mom, dad, gramma, SK, SL, GG, and SS/Jms. I rock.
Late.
Oh and I got new brake pads - $227.20!! Fuck that!!
28 November 2005
25 November 2005
Scary Strange Dream
Oh my god. This shit is bananas. I need to see a specialist.
So last night I had a dream that my ex-fiance (who has passed away, in real life) VS and my friend JAFH are going to some cabin in the woods to camp for a weekend. The reason behind this trip is unclear, I only know that 1) VS is not dead and 2) SL no longer loves me. Whether they are connected or not, I don't know. THe beginning of the dream involved me wandering around my old neighborhood of Macedonia during trick-or-treat time, I was dressed as the cat in the hat and the kids I was with had some weird costumes on. I was a grown up and they were little, and I pulled some in a wagon. I think that I met up VS because he lived in my neighbor's house, but I'm not sure...
Before we get way out of town, I tell VS, who is driving a suped up Suzuki Sidekick-Tracker thing, that we need to stop at this mall so I can pick up something for the trip. I was intending on picking up this great ice cream that I knew he loved (which makes no sense because in real life he was super allergic to dairy and VERY lactose intollerant) but when I was walking around the mall, I couldn't find the store. Eventually I found out that the store had closed. I decided to take a shit before we got on the road, so I went to one of those little bathrooms hidden in the corner of the mall. I was almost finished, and some lady that JAFH and I knew came in and she was like, "Kelly? Kelly? Are you in there?" I tried to ignore her and pretend it wasn't me, but she opened the stall door and saw me. Apparently she had been following me through the mall. She proceeded to sit in the stall next to me and preach about Jesus and stuff like that, trying to get me to convert, and everytime I would try to leave, she would get up and push me back down. After about 45 minutes of preaching, she let me go. I ran out of there, and ended up on the wrong side of the building from where JAFH and VS were parked. I called JAFH on his cell phone and told them to come pick me up. He said there was a problem.
VS had gotten tired of waiting and left. He had even gone so far as to literally push JAFH out of the car, throw his own cell phone out and run it over so we couldn't contact him, and he took JAFH's and my luggage with him. I was screaming and crying to JAFH as I walked around the building to meet him. When we finally did meet, JAFH told me what VS had done, and I was crying and crying more. Some kid that JAFH knew was there, and he overheard me saying "I lost Anthony, I lost Sal, and now I lost Victor!" and he told me it was okay because his name was Anthony Sall and his dog's name was Victor. I laugh/cried and thought that might work out. (The Anthony Sall kid in my dream looked just like the real life SL.)
I was still standing there on the sidewalk when my mom called in real life, and it was irritating because I wanted to figure out why SL didn't love me and why VS had driven away with our shit and if I could get it back... but it was okay that she woke me up because I didn't want to think about that stuff happening any more.
Today I have the day off and I'm going to do absolutely nothing.
So last night I had a dream that my ex-fiance (who has passed away, in real life) VS and my friend JAFH are going to some cabin in the woods to camp for a weekend. The reason behind this trip is unclear, I only know that 1) VS is not dead and 2) SL no longer loves me. Whether they are connected or not, I don't know. THe beginning of the dream involved me wandering around my old neighborhood of Macedonia during trick-or-treat time, I was dressed as the cat in the hat and the kids I was with had some weird costumes on. I was a grown up and they were little, and I pulled some in a wagon. I think that I met up VS because he lived in my neighbor's house, but I'm not sure...
Before we get way out of town, I tell VS, who is driving a suped up Suzuki Sidekick-Tracker thing, that we need to stop at this mall so I can pick up something for the trip. I was intending on picking up this great ice cream that I knew he loved (which makes no sense because in real life he was super allergic to dairy and VERY lactose intollerant) but when I was walking around the mall, I couldn't find the store. Eventually I found out that the store had closed. I decided to take a shit before we got on the road, so I went to one of those little bathrooms hidden in the corner of the mall. I was almost finished, and some lady that JAFH and I knew came in and she was like, "Kelly? Kelly? Are you in there?" I tried to ignore her and pretend it wasn't me, but she opened the stall door and saw me. Apparently she had been following me through the mall. She proceeded to sit in the stall next to me and preach about Jesus and stuff like that, trying to get me to convert, and everytime I would try to leave, she would get up and push me back down. After about 45 minutes of preaching, she let me go. I ran out of there, and ended up on the wrong side of the building from where JAFH and VS were parked. I called JAFH on his cell phone and told them to come pick me up. He said there was a problem.
VS had gotten tired of waiting and left. He had even gone so far as to literally push JAFH out of the car, throw his own cell phone out and run it over so we couldn't contact him, and he took JAFH's and my luggage with him. I was screaming and crying to JAFH as I walked around the building to meet him. When we finally did meet, JAFH told me what VS had done, and I was crying and crying more. Some kid that JAFH knew was there, and he overheard me saying "I lost Anthony, I lost Sal, and now I lost Victor!" and he told me it was okay because his name was Anthony Sall and his dog's name was Victor. I laugh/cried and thought that might work out. (The Anthony Sall kid in my dream looked just like the real life SL.)
I was still standing there on the sidewalk when my mom called in real life, and it was irritating because I wanted to figure out why SL didn't love me and why VS had driven away with our shit and if I could get it back... but it was okay that she woke me up because I didn't want to think about that stuff happening any more.
Today I have the day off and I'm going to do absolutely nothing.
21 November 2005
Lazy Alcoholic Homosexual III
Alright, on with it.
I think I left off when we bought the rings.
April 23rd, 2002. We pick up the rings at Zales, and come home where he proposes in the living room. He got down on one knee because he wanted to "do it right" and of course, I said "yes." We decided to get married in October or November, but didn't set a date right then. I've always wanted to get married on November 17th, so that was the day I had in my mind, and I'm so glad we didn't do that... Now I can still get married on that day to a better man. Anyway.
I went to work the next day (I had taken a couple sick days) and showed off my ring to everyone. I was so happy, or so I thought. We went to my parent's house that night and I showed my mom the ring and she was less than thrilled. My dad was out of town so we called him to tell him the "good news" and he was WAY less than thrilled. We told them we weren't going to get married until the fall, and they said it was better that we waited.
That Friday, MMA decided to move in. He brought over all his stuff in the afternoon while Megan was home and I was at work. He was setting up his entertainment center in the basement and Megan and I went to get beer and cigarettes. When we got to her parents' house, their dog had run away the night before. They had had this dog for like ten years so we went to the pound to try and find it. I didn't have a cell phone so I didn't call MMA, but I didn't think we had been gone that long until we got back to my house and realised it had been about two or three hours (there are a lot of dogs at the pound.) Well MMA had gone home by this time, but he made sure to leave a nasty note on the door. I called him and apologized for being so long, but he wasn't having any part of it. I drove over to his house in a panic, crying. When I got there he was so cold to me. We attempted to talk, and that basically consisted of him yelling at me, and in the end I took off my ring and set it in the cupholder. If this was the way he was going to resolve conflict I would have no part of it.
He decided to be nice at this point. We made up, he apologized for being so mean, but to this day I'm sure he would still tell you that he's positive that Megan and I were having sex somewhere. This was the very first of many times when he accused me of cheating on him, as well as the first but not only time he claimed Megan and I were lovers.
I ended up losing my job that next week, but MMA said he would be able to support us for a little while with his website income. I tried to find a new job, but it was difficult. He got a job with his friend Kit working at Budget detailing cars, and lasted one day. He didn't like his boss. That weekend we went to Michigan to visit his grandparents on his mother's side. I drove all the way from Columbus, Ohio to Muskegeon, Michigan with no help from MMA. He slept nearly the entire time. We arrived early in the morning and didn't want to wake up his grandparents, so we got a room at the Seacrest Motel which was quite trashy. We slept for a couple hours then drove over to their house where I met the grandparents and his mother's sister and her husband. It was fairly uneventful. That night we spent in the hotel was fairly boring, and I happened to be in my special time of month. When I suggested having sex, MMA just about had a heart attack - That was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard of! How could I suggest such a thing?! I was hurt that he would treat me that way, instead of just saying "No" or "I'd rather not." He acted like I was diseased.
The next day we went to lunch with his grandparents to a little Italian restaurant that they apparently frequented. They paid, it was very nice. They were nice people. MMA and I went back to their house after that, and I noticed a missed call on my cell phone. It was Megan. She was just calling to see how the trip was going. MMA got so pissed. He forced me to tell her that she had to move out by the time I got home (which was six hours from that point) and that she had better never come back. By "forced me" I mean he actually pushed me up against the wall in his grandparents' spare bed room and told me what to say to her while holding the phone to my ear. I didn't have a choice, I couldn't make a scene in their house...
When we got home to Columbus, Megan was gone. She took some of my CD's and my stereo, and removed the pipe from the washer to the drain (which I found out a few days later when I did laundry and the basement half flooded.) I was sorry for doing what I did, but I wasn't allowed to call her. This was when MMA really started his evil-ness for the first time. He would monitor my calls and check the caller ID and hit redial after I made a phone call to make sure I wasn't calling her. She had moved in with my friend RMac, and I wasn't allowed to call her either because I might be trying to sneak in a call to Megan.
~To be continued~
I think I left off when we bought the rings.
April 23rd, 2002. We pick up the rings at Zales, and come home where he proposes in the living room. He got down on one knee because he wanted to "do it right" and of course, I said "yes." We decided to get married in October or November, but didn't set a date right then. I've always wanted to get married on November 17th, so that was the day I had in my mind, and I'm so glad we didn't do that... Now I can still get married on that day to a better man. Anyway.
I went to work the next day (I had taken a couple sick days) and showed off my ring to everyone. I was so happy, or so I thought. We went to my parent's house that night and I showed my mom the ring and she was less than thrilled. My dad was out of town so we called him to tell him the "good news" and he was WAY less than thrilled. We told them we weren't going to get married until the fall, and they said it was better that we waited.
That Friday, MMA decided to move in. He brought over all his stuff in the afternoon while Megan was home and I was at work. He was setting up his entertainment center in the basement and Megan and I went to get beer and cigarettes. When we got to her parents' house, their dog had run away the night before. They had had this dog for like ten years so we went to the pound to try and find it. I didn't have a cell phone so I didn't call MMA, but I didn't think we had been gone that long until we got back to my house and realised it had been about two or three hours (there are a lot of dogs at the pound.) Well MMA had gone home by this time, but he made sure to leave a nasty note on the door. I called him and apologized for being so long, but he wasn't having any part of it. I drove over to his house in a panic, crying. When I got there he was so cold to me. We attempted to talk, and that basically consisted of him yelling at me, and in the end I took off my ring and set it in the cupholder. If this was the way he was going to resolve conflict I would have no part of it.
He decided to be nice at this point. We made up, he apologized for being so mean, but to this day I'm sure he would still tell you that he's positive that Megan and I were having sex somewhere. This was the very first of many times when he accused me of cheating on him, as well as the first but not only time he claimed Megan and I were lovers.
I ended up losing my job that next week, but MMA said he would be able to support us for a little while with his website income. I tried to find a new job, but it was difficult. He got a job with his friend Kit working at Budget detailing cars, and lasted one day. He didn't like his boss. That weekend we went to Michigan to visit his grandparents on his mother's side. I drove all the way from Columbus, Ohio to Muskegeon, Michigan with no help from MMA. He slept nearly the entire time. We arrived early in the morning and didn't want to wake up his grandparents, so we got a room at the Seacrest Motel which was quite trashy. We slept for a couple hours then drove over to their house where I met the grandparents and his mother's sister and her husband. It was fairly uneventful. That night we spent in the hotel was fairly boring, and I happened to be in my special time of month. When I suggested having sex, MMA just about had a heart attack - That was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard of! How could I suggest such a thing?! I was hurt that he would treat me that way, instead of just saying "No" or "I'd rather not." He acted like I was diseased.
The next day we went to lunch with his grandparents to a little Italian restaurant that they apparently frequented. They paid, it was very nice. They were nice people. MMA and I went back to their house after that, and I noticed a missed call on my cell phone. It was Megan. She was just calling to see how the trip was going. MMA got so pissed. He forced me to tell her that she had to move out by the time I got home (which was six hours from that point) and that she had better never come back. By "forced me" I mean he actually pushed me up against the wall in his grandparents' spare bed room and told me what to say to her while holding the phone to my ear. I didn't have a choice, I couldn't make a scene in their house...
When we got home to Columbus, Megan was gone. She took some of my CD's and my stereo, and removed the pipe from the washer to the drain (which I found out a few days later when I did laundry and the basement half flooded.) I was sorry for doing what I did, but I wasn't allowed to call her. This was when MMA really started his evil-ness for the first time. He would monitor my calls and check the caller ID and hit redial after I made a phone call to make sure I wasn't calling her. She had moved in with my friend RMac, and I wasn't allowed to call her either because I might be trying to sneak in a call to Megan.
~To be continued~
Found this on a great blog I always read
Courtesy of Normlr
Two Names You Go By --
1. Kelly
2. Kel
Two Parts of Your Heritage --
1. German
2. Polish
Two Things That Scare You --
1. The Entire Human Race
2. The Unknown (not aliens and shit like that, the unknown as in "When will I die?, Will my mom live to be 60?" etc.)
Two of Your Everyday Essentials --
1. Sal
2. Cigarettes
Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now --
1. New black blouse it's awesome
2. The beautiful necklace Sal gave me
Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the moment) --
1. Kanye West
2. Eminem
Two Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love) --
1. Kinky Sex
2. Honesty
Two Truths --
1. I'm honestly willing to move to New Jersey (that's scary)
2. I actually think I'm fairly attractive
Two Physical Things that Appeal to You --
1. Broad chest
2. The ability to cry
Two of Your Favorite Hobbies --
1. Upkeep of my dumb websites
2. Karaoke
Two Things You Want Really Badly --
1. A divorce
2. A divorce
Two Places You Want to go on Vacation --
1. Italy
2. Canada
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die --
1. Publish a book of my poetry (I'm working on it)
2. Win another award for my art
Two Ways that you are stereotypically a Guy -- I'm not, so I'm changing this to Girl
1. I fret a lot
2. I have far too many make up products
Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit --
1. I miss Tony
2. I've seriously considered trying to rehabilitate my marriage just to save myself from all this hassle.
Two Things You Are Thinking About Now --
1. I wonder what I should order from Red Robin?
2. Do I really want to go to karaoke with O. tonight?
Two Stores You Shop At --
1. Lane Bryant
2. Kroger
Two people I haven't talked to in a while --
1. Sarah in Cleveland
2. My grandma
Two bloggers who may now dislike you for passing this on to them --
1. I won't pass it on because... I don't know, if you read this and you wanna do it, fine.
2. Yep, not twistin' yer arm.
Two Names You Go By --
1. Kelly
2. Kel
Two Parts of Your Heritage --
1. German
2. Polish
Two Things That Scare You --
1. The Entire Human Race
2. The Unknown (not aliens and shit like that, the unknown as in "When will I die?, Will my mom live to be 60?" etc.)
Two of Your Everyday Essentials --
1. Sal
2. Cigarettes
Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now --
1. New black blouse it's awesome
2. The beautiful necklace Sal gave me
Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the moment) --
1. Kanye West
2. Eminem
Two Things You Want in a Relationship (other than Real Love) --
1. Kinky Sex
2. Honesty
Two Truths --
1. I'm honestly willing to move to New Jersey (that's scary)
2. I actually think I'm fairly attractive
Two Physical Things that Appeal to You --
1. Broad chest
2. The ability to cry
Two of Your Favorite Hobbies --
1. Upkeep of my dumb websites
2. Karaoke
Two Things You Want Really Badly --
1. A divorce
2. A divorce
Two Places You Want to go on Vacation --
1. Italy
2. Canada
Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die --
1. Publish a book of my poetry (I'm working on it)
2. Win another award for my art
Two Ways that you are stereotypically a Guy -- I'm not, so I'm changing this to Girl
1. I fret a lot
2. I have far too many make up products
Two Things You Normally Wouldn't Admit --
1. I miss Tony
2. I've seriously considered trying to rehabilitate my marriage just to save myself from all this hassle.
Two Things You Are Thinking About Now --
1. I wonder what I should order from Red Robin?
2. Do I really want to go to karaoke with O. tonight?
Two Stores You Shop At --
1. Lane Bryant
2. Kroger
Two people I haven't talked to in a while --
1. Sarah in Cleveland
2. My grandma
Two bloggers who may now dislike you for passing this on to them --
1. I won't pass it on because... I don't know, if you read this and you wanna do it, fine.
2. Yep, not twistin' yer arm.
My Space Hell
Oh Jesus.
So, I know I had a dream about...um, like... a long time ago where I had a myspace account and I was looking at it and this song was playing and it was on my profile. Well... that happened to me! Tonight! Oh Jesus I tell you what, if I didn't just have the strongest deja vu ever, I don't know what it was. Crazy.
Must sleep. DS is in town tomorrow... yikes.
Check out myspace and leave me a comment, bitches.
So, I know I had a dream about...um, like... a long time ago where I had a myspace account and I was looking at it and this song was playing and it was on my profile. Well... that happened to me! Tonight! Oh Jesus I tell you what, if I didn't just have the strongest deja vu ever, I don't know what it was. Crazy.
Must sleep. DS is in town tomorrow... yikes.
Check out myspace and leave me a comment, bitches.
18 November 2005
Strange Dream, I've Lost Count
I am the best number one flea killer in the county. I make my living flicking fleas off animals and stabbing the flea through the shell with a toothpick. No animals in this or the four surrounding counties have fleas; in fact, the fleas don't even bother to take up residence in these counties because they know they will be killed. I have altered evolution.
I eat at the Papa John's attached to the K-Mart every night. They know me there, after all, I'm a local hero. This Papa John's isn't like the regular pizza shop though, it's an actual restaurant much like Applebee's or TGIFriday's, and they allow all animals to roam free. I sit at a booth in the front that has pictures of me with various animals and their owners and my trophies surround the booth. I'm sitting there waiting for GG and Wendell to come in, but they aren't together. Apparently they have moved on from each other. GG is trying to convince everyone that she's no longer blind, however, she keeps tripping on and bumping into things. She's carrying a leash around just in case Wendell decides to come back to her. Wendell comes in, and she goes underneath the table to sit with the other dogs. They aren't seeing eye dogs, just regular dogs. GG tries to get Wendell to put her harness on, but Wendell is having no part of it and starts screaming. I've never heard a dog scream in real life, so I'm not sure if that's what it would sound like or not but it was gross.
This other girl who is sitting at the table with us is pretty ghetto fabulous. I get up to get my food, and I knock my purse over, and all these receipts fly out, and Wendell eats them. The ghetto girl is yelling at me and GG for making a mess, so I just leave. When I get home I hear something quacking outside, and I realise that my ducks are ready for picking. I go outside and there, hanging from a sort of maple tree, is a mauve-colored pod that is cracking open. A mallard duck (female) breaks out of it, but her beak is still attached to the branch. The duck twists and twists until her beak breaks away and she falls into this nest thing below the branch. In this nest are about ten baby ducks, in various stages of growth - some so teeny you can barely see them, some big and fluffy. As I'm looking for my ladder to get up and get the baby ducks down, my phone rings and it's SL. I can't answer the phone in time, but I try to call him back and I get his voicemail. All it says is, "Hi this is Sal, if you're calling about the white or green hondas, they've both been sold." As I'm listening to his voicemail, he calls back, only this time it's in real life, interrupting my dream.
Weird.
I talked to SL for a little while. He started a new job today and has to be there at 8 a.m. so he called me around 7:30 a.m. I didn't mind because I love hearing his voice first thing in the morning. I know I told him about my dream and he was like whatever lady because I'm sure I wasn't making much sense. We talked for about ten minutes or so while he rode the bus to work, and then I went back to sleep. My sleep last night was terrible. I fell asleep around... oh, I don't know, maybe like two-two thirty a.m. and woke up at six a.m., boiling in my pajamas and roasting under the covers. I got up, took off all my clothes, opened the windows wide and turned on the fan... but I was still hot. I finally fell asleep around six thirty a.m. after listening to my loud fucking neighbors scraping their windows and starting and re-starting their cars. It was ridiculous. That's when I had the dream, between six thirty and seven thirty when SL called me.
Last night I went to karaoke with O, and it was pretty cool. I sang awesomely, except for "Skin" by Rascall Flatts which I fucked up royally. I love that song and I think I can do it but I will need to practice more. I met Zara's little brother and his two friends, one of whom bought me a beer, and they were all really nice. Tomcat was there, and Moose showed up right before I left. Poke, Cameron, and D*Martin were there, which was a little unusual because Poke and his crowd haven't been coming except for D*Martin. Poke was alright, I made a real effort to be nice to him, except for I think he may have thought that I was going to fuck him or something because he kept kissing me and putting his arm around me. He was nice though, but I wasn't too happy about being fondled so much. D*Martin was being his regular self, that was cool. They made a big mess on the floor with popcorn, it's a good thing Wendell wasn't there! I found out Poke has a myspace, so when I got home I added him and left a nice email. Ha.
I eat at the Papa John's attached to the K-Mart every night. They know me there, after all, I'm a local hero. This Papa John's isn't like the regular pizza shop though, it's an actual restaurant much like Applebee's or TGIFriday's, and they allow all animals to roam free. I sit at a booth in the front that has pictures of me with various animals and their owners and my trophies surround the booth. I'm sitting there waiting for GG and Wendell to come in, but they aren't together. Apparently they have moved on from each other. GG is trying to convince everyone that she's no longer blind, however, she keeps tripping on and bumping into things. She's carrying a leash around just in case Wendell decides to come back to her. Wendell comes in, and she goes underneath the table to sit with the other dogs. They aren't seeing eye dogs, just regular dogs. GG tries to get Wendell to put her harness on, but Wendell is having no part of it and starts screaming. I've never heard a dog scream in real life, so I'm not sure if that's what it would sound like or not but it was gross.
This other girl who is sitting at the table with us is pretty ghetto fabulous. I get up to get my food, and I knock my purse over, and all these receipts fly out, and Wendell eats them. The ghetto girl is yelling at me and GG for making a mess, so I just leave. When I get home I hear something quacking outside, and I realise that my ducks are ready for picking. I go outside and there, hanging from a sort of maple tree, is a mauve-colored pod that is cracking open. A mallard duck (female) breaks out of it, but her beak is still attached to the branch. The duck twists and twists until her beak breaks away and she falls into this nest thing below the branch. In this nest are about ten baby ducks, in various stages of growth - some so teeny you can barely see them, some big and fluffy. As I'm looking for my ladder to get up and get the baby ducks down, my phone rings and it's SL. I can't answer the phone in time, but I try to call him back and I get his voicemail. All it says is, "Hi this is Sal, if you're calling about the white or green hondas, they've both been sold." As I'm listening to his voicemail, he calls back, only this time it's in real life, interrupting my dream.
Weird.
I talked to SL for a little while. He started a new job today and has to be there at 8 a.m. so he called me around 7:30 a.m. I didn't mind because I love hearing his voice first thing in the morning. I know I told him about my dream and he was like whatever lady because I'm sure I wasn't making much sense. We talked for about ten minutes or so while he rode the bus to work, and then I went back to sleep. My sleep last night was terrible. I fell asleep around... oh, I don't know, maybe like two-two thirty a.m. and woke up at six a.m., boiling in my pajamas and roasting under the covers. I got up, took off all my clothes, opened the windows wide and turned on the fan... but I was still hot. I finally fell asleep around six thirty a.m. after listening to my loud fucking neighbors scraping their windows and starting and re-starting their cars. It was ridiculous. That's when I had the dream, between six thirty and seven thirty when SL called me.
Last night I went to karaoke with O, and it was pretty cool. I sang awesomely, except for "Skin" by Rascall Flatts which I fucked up royally. I love that song and I think I can do it but I will need to practice more. I met Zara's little brother and his two friends, one of whom bought me a beer, and they were all really nice. Tomcat was there, and Moose showed up right before I left. Poke, Cameron, and D*Martin were there, which was a little unusual because Poke and his crowd haven't been coming except for D*Martin. Poke was alright, I made a real effort to be nice to him, except for I think he may have thought that I was going to fuck him or something because he kept kissing me and putting his arm around me. He was nice though, but I wasn't too happy about being fondled so much. D*Martin was being his regular self, that was cool. They made a big mess on the floor with popcorn, it's a good thing Wendell wasn't there! I found out Poke has a myspace, so when I got home I added him and left a nice email. Ha.
12 November 2005
Our Song Even Though He Hates Country Music
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I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Now I’m just rollin’ home into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you
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