GROOUUUUSE!!!

My feet hurt. And so do my pants. My new boots are KILLING ME, even though I got special gel insoles for them. GUH. But they're so pretty. They're fused to me legs.

Tired. Too much driving. But I'm home tonight and I'm just gonna do assloads of laundry and sit on my ass. Yay.

Mike and I tackled the stockroom today. 'Twas grood. Hopefully we'll get to do it tomorrow as well (one or both of us have been pulled out to the floor multiple times 'cause it's been so damn busy). Then after worky I'm heading out to the island to hang out with muh baybeh. I have the first off, so that's badass.

Ummm... poop. What else is new... OOO! If I don't blow the remainder of my christmas money I'm gonna get my Zune. YAY!

Bloogh.

BRE-CIOUS FTW.

I EMERGED VICTORIOUS.

Computer: 1,000,000
Bre: 1,000,001

HEH. Compy fixed. AGAIN. Thank you for teh xp, Mike! Now I just have to locate my effing mouse. And then network my compy with mom's and all will be groovypants.

And I paid my very first parking ticket online just now. Proud? Proud.

Sleep.

WHITE BITCH!!!!!!!

Last night was badass. YESSSS.

Picked up Mike from his house, picked up the Chev, headed to the Noc Noc. Drunkeness and good music and pole-dancers galore. A couple of them totally flirted with me. It was badass. I was looking pretty hot, if I do say so myself. HEH. Anyhow. Had two jager bombs, some of Mike's vodka cran, some of Chev's black opal, some of Mike's long island and some of Mike's AMF. HEH. Such lushes we are. Several hours later, after all the dancers were done for the night (and one $35 parking ticket later) we headed to Dick's on Queen Anne where we ran into Joe and her friends again. Funny shit. Took teh Chev home, took Mike home, then tried my damndest to not fall asleep 'cause I was exhausted and the roads in Silvana were icy as FUCK. The roads out past Burn on the way to my house were just covered in snow and slush, but they weren't much better and I totally drove like 25 all the way there.

WHERE THE HELL WAS SHELBY?!?! We have no idea. Woman never showed. Sad.

But Mike and I seriously want to make this a once-a-week thing. It was just that awesome. And I never ever get to see my Chev. So hopefully I don't spend all my money on clothes before Wednesday or Thursday nights. Heh.

At the moment I'm trying desperately to fix my computer. Mine, not mom's. It's been dead since somewhere around last July and I FINALLY got my hands on an XP Pro disc. Just can't get the damn thing to boot from disc. UGH. Looking shit up on Google as we speak. But yeah. This whole thing was brought forth by the possibility of me getting a Zune within the next few weeks. Mom's computer has a good chunk of music on it, but mine has like 20+ gigs from when I had cable at the apartment. Oooo.

Off to fight with it some more. Guh.

Pants.

Moving on.

Saturday: Got to my car at 5am, drove home, passed out. Woke up at like 10-11, headed to Terry's, snatched him up and went to Tulalip so I could take advantage of the 50% off the whole store thing and buy Terry more shit. This was the first time I ever brought him into work. I think he was terrified, 'cause it was pretty busy and the store was a fucking wreck. But we went out back with Shelby and Mike on their 15 and had a smoke. Heee. I ended up finally getting the super dark Dohenys from work, but I have to exchange them 'cause the seams are falling apart. That's SO unlike our jeans. *stomps* Also went to Zumiez and got Terry a new belt, got myself a new belt and... that was it? Wow. Went back to Terry's, went to bed. Woke up, went to work.

After work on Sunday, Mike and I did some more shopping. Went to Robert Wayne and got myself the most badass boots ever. For $40. UNNNGH. They're so good and fuzzy. Went to Puma and Mike got some grey future cats for super cheap. Decided to get the shit out of there and went to Target. Mike picked up some presents, I got nothing. Went to Best Buy and picked up the first M.I.A. cd (does anyone besides Mike and I enjoy her immensely?) and Shiny Toy Guns for Doom. Mike left to pick his buddy up in Shoreline and I went home and observed John, Kyle and Doom banging and screeching away on Rock Band until I passed out. HEH. Brandon totally saved his paychecks and bought an Xbox 360, Rock Band and all the instrument controllers for it. Insane.

Pantsmas Eeeeeve: Got to work super early. For a change. When I pulled up Mike was blasting nonsense in his car full of Pepper and aforementioned guy from Shoreline. He hadn't slept. He totally got out of his car with Soulja Boy near full-volume and did the dance. I got it on video. Shelby showed up in the middle of all this. It was awesome. Worky worky, off at 1, hung out in Mike's car before he passed out and was babbling about driving waffle irons and discount designer flip-flops. Went home around 2, then I left with mom and Brandon on his way to work. Had mom drive around by where we usually park and Mike was totally still sleeping in his car :( Soooooo. Mom and I got a yummy and went to Safeway for some Pantsmas foodz and I got some gel insoles for my boots. I'm gellin'. LIKE A FELON. Went home, got a call from muh baybeh, went over there, gave him his other present (a black Famous belt buckle), then passed the fuck out completely out of nowhere. Apparently I fell asleep horizontal to the bed (the tv is to the side of the bed and I was laying that way watching it) and he had to pick me up and turn me so he could go to sleep too. HEH. I remember none of this. Woke up around 10 feeling like I had a gnarly hangover. Took Terry to his parents', then headed home to clean up and grab Brandon and my jager. Went to Gramma and Grampa's, ate some foodz, got a shitload of money from everyone, watched tv forever. Got home a little bit ago.

Gotta get to bed soon. I'm exhausted and I have work at 6am. Yay.

Gay-bours!

This weekend was full of crazy and badass and wee.

Friday: Shopped around the mall until Mike got off work. Then we headed out to cash his paycheck and go to Edmonds to see his Gramma in the hospital. Got stuck in some crazy-ass traffic on I-5 on the way there. Gah. I sat in some solarium while he visited with her for a few. Left for Bob's, where Kortnie's party was being held. Had a gigantic burger and a jager bomb with Mike, Chelsey and all the managers. We're pretty much the only employees over 21. Heh. Decided to take the show to some bar in Mill Creek, but first we had to pick up a bottle of Goldshlager for Miranda and drop her off at her cousin's car at work. Grabbed some shit from my car and headed south. Turned out my phone was being dumb and was out of service for like three days. I learned this when I couldn't dial out and turned it off and back on and hada flood of voicemails and texts. Yay. One of the voicemails was from Kortnie saying that traffic was too gnarly, so they stopped off at McCabe's in Everett. So we went there, had a hell of a time finding parking, then went in and drank ourselves into oblivion. When I was drunk enough I white-girl danced with Mike, Chelsey and Shelby. HEH. And EVERYONE got on the damn stripper pole. After a few drinks everyone started drunk-dialing people. Got Angela to show up after she closed the store, and Mike got FUCKING KENT to stop by. OH. MY. GOD. It was awesome.

I can't believe I had four drinks and didn't die. I'm seriously that much of a lightweight.

After last call everybody took off. But we weren't done yet. The other Brandon from work met up with Mike and I at Denny's to drop Pepper and Miranda with us so we could go to Neighbours. But Brandon and Kyle were in the car as well. HEH. They so should have gone with us. Anyhow. Got to Neighbours. Danced like retards. Got up on the stage thing, and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, some straight guy comes up and tries to dance up on Pepper and I. UGHHH. Gross.

Word to the retards: Girls don't go to gay bars to hook up, okay? I fucking HATE straight guys who go to gay bars to try and pick up chicks. WRONG. We go there to GET AWAY FROM YOU. Thanks.

So we were there until like 4am. Didn't even get back to my car in Tulalip until 5. It was a good night indeed.

I don't have it in me to write any more. And I need to snatch up the Doom and go to Gramma and Grampa's house. Fweeee.

Merry Pants!

I’m jockin’ on yer bitchass.

FINALLY the stupid blog link works. UGH. I've been wanting to blog for the last hour and a half, but will Myspace accomodate my flights of fancy? NO.

Anyhow. Work bleh. Woke up late at Terry's this morning (as usual) and by the time I got halfway out of Lost Lake I realized that my NyQuil dose from the night before still hadn't worn off, so I essentially drove over the speed limit drunk to work this morning. HEH. Got there 29 minutes late and no one noticed. Meh. Found out that I get to add another specialty to my ever-growing list in my job description. Jewelry. Yup. I can't spend 40 hours a week on shoes, so I get to help good ol' Chelsey out with jewelry every day. Schweet.

Off at 3:30, after Kortnie got in, so technically I got to work with her on her last day. YAY. Went home, cleaned out my car, had a shot of jager, spazzed out with the boys for a while, put some ash blonde in my hair (this whole week has been devoted to me fixing my hair. Bleached my roots THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW to get them yellow again. JESUS.), but the platinum parts obviously took it better than the rest of it, so it has this crazy blue hue in some parts. Meh. It'll fade out. Looks pretty damn good otherwise. Good ol' Bre and her half-silver head.

I need to go to bed. Work 7am-8pm tomorrow (PAYDERDAY!), then after work I'm heading straight out for Kortnie's thing. Then after that... who knows? We might take it to someone's house or I might go to Terry's and crash. Heh.

"I ate it, sir."

Feel so effed. Effed face. Pants.

Getting over the sicky, but still feel like ass. And I'm broke as hell. I have things to look forward to, however:

1. Going to see my baby tomorrow. I miss him.
2. Payderday on Friderday. Must finish buying pantsmas presents on Saturday. Yup. Actually, now that I think about it, Saturday's gonna be hell in any place where money is exchanged for goods/crap/what-have-you. FUCK.
3. Friday we're having a potluck and a gift exchange and after work we're having a little company outing for Kortnie. 'Cause she's actually leaving this time. SO. SAD. But I do know where she's working and I know where she lives, so I'ma stalk her ass. Stalk it goooood. Work's gonna suck though. UGH. But yeah. We're gonna get shit-faced. Well, all of us who are over 21, anyway.

On the downer side of Friday. I'm gonna be at work for like 13 hours. The schedule says 7am-8pm. Wow. I guess I'll have a lunch break of epic proportions in there, but still! Oh well. I need the cash anyhow.

I need to take my ass to bed (i.e. couch) 'cause I have work at 5am tomorrow. Glory.

PLEHHHHHHpants.

Last night was fun. Went with Terry to his company's pantsmas party. In the pants. At Blazing Saddles. Had a drink, jacked some of Terry's beers, Mike and Harley showed up, jacked some of Mike's AMF. HEH. Went across the street to The Hotel so we could share the glory with Harley. Got good 'n' obnoxious. The boys almost went up and did a rendition of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody". They probably should have.

Mike and Harley left to go grab Pepper and go to Neighbours, and I had to literally drag Terry out of the bar to go home. 'Cause I had to sleep and get up for work at 5:30am. Which I did NOT! Woke up at 6:30 again and hauled ass out the door. Did about 55 down the Camano portion of 532 (don't worry. The limit is 50. HEH.) and made it to work right as Whitney was getting out of her car. NICE.

Work was uneventful. Replenished 'til open, ran fitting rooms for about two hours (UGH.), recovered my shoes and denim, then got to go home at noon. YAY. I got sick again out of nowhere and felt like ass, and Whitney could totally tell. Plus a bunch of people came in at 11 anyway.

Gonna plehhhhh around here for a little longer and head back to the island. I was hoping my new cell battery would be here by now, but NOOOOO. Goddamnit.

Effpants.

I cannot believe I slept from 3am-4pm. HOLY. SHIT. Now I'm gonna feel like ass for the rest of the night and my sleep schedule is SO fucked. Gross.

I miss my baby. He needs to get his ass online so I'll know if I can head over there tonight or not. UNGH.

I feel like poopypants. I'ma go find some food.

This’ll be the last time I ever do your hair.

Work sucked today. Seriously. I never want to set foot in the goddamn stockroom again. I hate it. HATEITHATEIT. Other people have taken over since I've been so preoccupied with the shoes and so it's no longer my baby. I have no clue which effing way is up in there anymore. Spent a good five hours of my shift grabbing coats from the ceiling in the stockroom and putting them out. Which is no big deal normally, but there's so many boxes of overstock sale everywhere that there's not a lot of room to move the ladder about and the conduits along the ceiling have taken to SHOCKING US when we grab coats. So that's fucking awesome.

I can't fucking wait until winter is over. I hate dealing with all these fucking coats.

Anyhow. When I finally got off work I went to Walmart and got nothing, then went to Kmart and bought a tiny bottle of Lucky No. 6 ('cause it's SO expensive in the perfume stores in the mall and even in the Lucky store) and some fluffy leopard print slippers. Oooo.

I really need to get on Christmas shopping. Seriously. I should probably start ordering shit tonight. 'Cause I really won't find anything for anyone anywhere other than the interbutt. Although I did get a start on Terry's gifts today. Yay. My baby's so effing spoiled.

GUH.

Goddamnit, I really need to get to bed.

Work was good. The buyers and VP came in and everyone was freaking out but it went really well. After they left, the store was in such pristine shape that I got to go home early. Good thing, 'cause I was wearing my Bellas for the occasion and my feet were FUCKING KILLING ME. I've really got to invest in some gel pads for those effing things. 'Cause damn.

Tomorrow. Work 7-noon (most likely on-call 'til 3-4). Must go buy some smelly shit from one of the perfume stores on my lunch break. 'Cause I crave foofy smelly glory. Theeeennn... maybe back to ol' Camano after Terry's court shit. I hope I hope. I miiisss.

Fmuhhhhh.

Haven't touched a computer in what feels like weeks. Heh.

So yeah. Got the tires did. Some snazzy winter ones. Drove on some serious ice this morning with minimal skidding. NICE. After I left Gramma and Grampa's Thursday night I went straight out to pick up Terry from Blazing Saddles and didn't come back home until this morning. Jesus. So in between now and then... lots of money blown. An insane amount of new clothes from work, Superbad, Muse's first and Scissor Sisters self-titled albums, a visor beanie that was WAY too costly from Zumiez, a new SD card (hence all the new pictures I put up)... and just tons of other shit. I mean like... fuckloads. Puh. And I still have to order a new battery for my phone and a surplus of labret posts for Terry. AND I still have to buy pantsmas gifts. Weee.

I can't remember anything else awesome. Except Mike and I had pho the day before yesterday and it was entertaining. Swimming pool o' noodle soup.

Well. I should probably go to bed soon 'cause I have to go back to work at 2. Yay.

"You shouldn’ta done that. He’s just a boy."

Anyway.

Terry made a fucking badass dinner last night. Meatloafies and red mashed 'tatoes and green beans. Love. Then I tried to go to sleep for a while, but that didn't really work out. I think I got a grand total of like 30 minutes. I only woke up 'cause I was laying on my arm all funny. Guh. Left at 9, got to worky and found that EVERYONE WHO WORKS THERE EVER was there for a meeting. That I knew nothing about, so therefore I was an hour late. FAN. TASTIC. But the rest of the night was good 'cause everyone fixed the entire store during said meeting and the rest of my shift consisted of me and a shoe specialist from Vegas redoing the entire shoe wall. IT LOOKS. SO GOOD. I took a picture of the complete masterpiece, but GUESS WHAT?!?! No SD card to stick in my computer, and I don't have a usb cable for my camera. Awesome sauce.

Took pictures of the YC denim monolith in all its perfection, as well. IT WILL NEVER. LOOK LIKE THAT AGAIN. EVER. 'Cause Mike and some other people re-did the men's monolith last night to absolute perfection (size stickers exactly where they need to be, denim edged and sized and set up to VMG) and the next night it was a wreck. Now, T.J. and I always had this theory that customers only dug through the denim and made a mess because about half the denim was usually missing size stickers. NOPE. Thanks, loyal Guess shoppers! You proved us wrong!

God DAMN, I wanna put up the pictures. UH! Need new sd card. Need it NOW.

As for delirium-induced antics... Mike, Pepper and I climbed all over the stupid quarter-powered rides outside in our sleep-deprived stupor. And we went through the McDonalds drive-thru with me in Pepper's lap and Mike blasting "Two of Hearts" by Stacy Q and practically singing it to the guy with the long-ass fingernails giving us the foodz.

"That'll be three-something at the next window."

"THANKS, GORGEOUS!" *I-I-I I-I I NEEDED! I NEEDED YOUUUU!!!*

Yep. Too lazy to recap the rest of the night. I don't think anything else happened anyway. Now I'm home (was just gonna grab smokes, but got side-tracked) and I'm about to head over to Gramma and Grampa's so we can do the tire thing before I pass the hell out. Woooo. Then it's probably back over to Terry's. If I don't pass the fuck out first.

Blehpants.

Awake early before an overnight again. Fucking FAB. But meh. Took Terry to the courthouse in Marysville earlier and got all that shit taken care of. Then we picked up his paycheck and went grocery shoppy. Yussss. Now I'm just sittin' around on thee ass. Grood times.
Hopefully I can get some semblance of sleep in before 9. Yay.
Smokie.

"Just tell her they’re Marciano."

My camera's SD card died today. GREAT. I have like 700MB worth of pictures and videos on it and about 40% of them haven't been copied over to the computer. SHIT.

Fuck you, SanDisk.

So yay. Another thing to add to the list of shit I need to buy after I get paid. Not a big spendy thing, but annoying nonetheless.

Anyhow. I woke up at 10-ish yesterday morning. Sat on the internet until Terry got online at like 1 and arranged to come over. SUCKAGE. I HATE that he doesn't have a phone hooked up at the house yet. But yeah. Stopped and got gas and over-inflated my leaky tire (WEEEE!), got to the house and we basically were a puddle on the couch watching Mad TV until the power went out. YAY. When Zach got home he said it was because a tree fell on a power line. Fun. So yeah. Eventually Terry went crazy without any power so we went over to Dave and Erin's so they could get their jam on. Yussss. Hung out there until like 8, took off, dropped Terry at home, stopped at Shell to get Monsters, munchies and a tire gauge (to get the over-inflated tire back to where it needed to be), went to work from 10-7am. FUCKING. FUN. But deliriousness with Mike is always awesomepantsface. Bucket o' Noodles that 'taste like swimming pool' and wandering around the store with a tissue box on one foot garnering looks of concern from Angela Zehm. HEH.

I GOT A TISSUE BOX! WHERE! MY SHOE! USED TO BEEE!!! I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB, I'M SO DUMB.

Other than that, we spent our entire shift fixing sale and clearance. Anyone who has been running go-backs in the last couple weeks is SERIOUSLY gonna die by my hand. 'Cause really. All the price points were mixed up and everything was just fucked. YC mixed with men's. NOT COOL, guys. I can tell the difference between customers putting shit back where it doesn't belong and our own people being careless. So yeah.

I was gonna come home and go to sleep for a few before I had to go get my tires changed with Grampa, but I dunno how feasible that is now 'cause there are boys sleeping everywhere. Yay.

If all goes well with Terry's court thing today, you'd best believe I'm gonna be back on Camano tonight. I'm so nervous for him. No. Terrified is more like it. And if they haul him off to jail on our six month anniversary, I'm gonna be fucking devastated.

Guh. Want nappy.

Eff.

YAAAAYYY for being high on vicodin cough syrup. YAY.

Not really. I kinda feel like hurfing.

I should not be up this early. I have to work an overnight tonight, so that's bad. But I DOOOOOO wanna see my baby beforehand. 'Cause tomorrow is our six month and I have the day off, but I have to go with Grampa to put new tires on my car and Terry has court. Sad.

I MISS MY BABY.

Facepantsmcpantsass.

I DON'T EVER WANNA DRIVE IN THE SNOW EVER AGAIN. EVERRRRRR.
My tires were already effed, so the swerving was probably worse. I was sliding all over the place even though I drove like 20mph all the way to Granite Falls. That's right. I'm at Gramma and Grampa's 'cause there was no way in HELL I was gonna make it down the hill before my house. Or up the hill before Terry's. HEH.
So yeah. Driving in snow = BADNESS. GUH.
Hopefully I can get my new tires on tomorrow.

SHE MOVES HER BODY LIKE A CYCLOPS!!!!

Got a shit-ton done at work today, even though I resisted all urges and only consumed ONE MONSTER. ALL DAY. I'd been sick, so I hadn't had one in two days. CRAZYFACE. Mike held down the stock-front and I did nothing but shoes all day. Cleaned up the backstock/mismatches goooood. The entire back area is totally clean. SO. GOOD. AND! The store is looking nice for once. But we all know that it'll go to hell again come this weekend. Oh well. This is why we have jobbies. Heh.

Got giftcards today and I FINALLY got the purse I'd been lusting after for about three months:



The damn thing could easily fit a VCR, I swear to god. So pretty. And hurkin'. Of course, the internet can't show actual turquoise. It's weird. So yeah. It's not shitty blue. It's turquoise.

Glorypants. Now I can quit using my car as a purse. Heh.

Ummm... pee. And then foodz.

Eff. Pants. Face.

Went shopping after work on Saturday and yesterday afternoon. HEH. New dress and jammie pants from work, Monsters, Year Zero replacement, ice scraper and other random shit at Walmart, then With Teeth and The Fragile replacement from Best Buy yesterday. YAY. Rebuilding my NIN collection rather quickly. Now I just need Broken and The Downward Spiral (which I still have, but it's so fucking scratched it won't even play anymore). Glee.

I was in Target for TWO HOURS and left with nothing. It was depressing. I wanted some black boots, but all their boots sucked thee ass. Terry called while I was in there wanting me to come over, so I got my ass out of there and spent a grand total of 10 minutes in Best Buy. Go figure. Headed to the island, took Terry to get beer at Elger Bay, Kevin bought a pizza and wee. Terry passed out pretty early. I laid there watching Family Guy and Law and Order until like 1am.

Which reminds me. Terry's moving into the crazy box house across the street from Chino's with Molly and Zach. I think today. He wants me to move in, but I gotta check it out first. I really don't think I'll be able to afford it.

Gotta check my oil and go back to bed 'cause I'm working an overnight again tonight. I'm not sure exactly when, so I'ma have to call 'em. Call 'em goooood. Might be midnight though. 'Cause that's when Brandon and Kyle are going in. Yup.

FACE.

So the bar night was no good. I'm not going into it. Let's just say that Black Opals are NOT my friend.

Brought Terry to Thankspantsing at Gramma and Grampa's. Yusss. It was goot. Stuffed the shit out of ourselves and got stupid with teh K-town. MMMHMMM! MMMMHMMM. Went back to the island around 7-8 and passed out immediately. This morning we went out to breakfast at the Stanwood Cafe. Oh biscuits 'n' gravy. I heart pants. Dropped Terry at Richard's and headed home to change for work. Left for work at 12:30 even though I didn't have to be there until 2. I figured it was gonna be a lot crazier than it was. Parked at the fireworks-lot-turned-employee-parking behind the mall, took a shuttle there (how nuts is that?!?!) had a smoke and went inside. The store wasn't so bad, but my face fell immediately once I saw my poor, poor fucking shoes. Okay. If you've ever seen my shoe wall before (and how PERFECT it is), picture about 75% of the boxes on the floor and the shoes scattered all throughout the store. It was HORRIBLE. Took me five hours to clean it up and I was still missing boxes and matches by the time I left. GUH. Grabbed my desperately needed paycheck (that I can't even cash until tomorrow), took the shuttle back to my car, scraped the ice off my windows with my debit card (HEH!), talked to Terry while my car heated up and went home.

So tired. Must shower and sleep. Then in the morning I get to go cash my check, buy a real ice scraper and other random things, then go to work at noon. Wee. And if I don't work on Sunday, I think tattoos are in order for Terry, Karina and I. YAY.

ASSSSS.

I KICKED GRAMMA AND GRAMPA'S NETWORK'S ASSSSSSSSS. Finally. Heh.
Now I think I must head into Stanwood to see Terry's gig at teh baaarrrrr. Woooo. Then much passing out, then conning Terry into coming back here to Gramma and Grampa's for much foodz, then work 2-10 on the most horrifying shopping day of the year. WEEEEEEEEEEE.

I’ve never seen a man eat so many chicken wings.

Spent the last few days at Terry's 'cause we had the house to ourselves while Robin and Chino were off in California visiting Chino's family. YAY. Not much went on. Went to Gramma and Grampa's on Sunday, went to a meeting at work at 8-10, drove to Camano, got there at 11, didn't fall asleep until 1am. GUH. Woke up at 5 when I was supposed to be at work at 5. Great. Off at 2, back to the island. Loaded Terry's half stack into my tiny-ass car somehow and went to Dave and Erin's so they could have a jam session. Went back to the house, went to bed early as hell, but still only woke up when Mike called at 5am. UGH. I'm convinced that Terry shut off my alarm in his sleep 'cause I never sleep through it at his house. Got to work at 6, off around 2:30, home, SLEEP. Up now to go back to work at 11. FUN!

Today Doom and Kyle came in to finish up their re-tests and fill out much paperwork. They've been hired on for Black Friday, maybe even after that. I dunno.

Anyhow. Gotta finish getting ready, go get some Monsters and gas and get my ass to work.

"And he tried to eat a cactus like an angry womaaannnnn..."

So yesterday was pretty much shit. We got so much goddamn shipment yesterday and monday that the stockroom looks like it did before again. AND! All our new people that we were using primarily in the stockroom kept calling out or not showing up and not calling, so we're losing people like mad and we have literally no stock team left to fucking pound all the shipment out. Great.

I honestly don't get this. People think working at Guess is some kind of fucking joke or something and assume they can apply certain lieniences to other things and do stupid shit like NOT SHOW UP FOR WORK. This is a fucking job, people. This isn't high school, and I know a lot of you seem to think that. Bitch about how broke or in debt you are and then don't show up for work. Way to be. I had the WORST goddamn attendance out of everyone I knew in high school and yet how many call-outs have I had in the year I've been working at Guess? Three. And they've all been because of serious illness or personal emergencies.

Anyhow. At least we're finally starting to get new shoes in. Finally got the Mias, which we were supposed to have like two months ago, so I'm pretty sure the Treasures are right around the corner. YAY!

The stockroom was obviously a wreck when the head honchos came in, so that sucked. I tried my damndest to re-arrange all the boxes so it looked nicer, but then of course shipment came and it was a wreck again. Got off at 2, and Mike was on his lunch break, so he rode along when I dropped Jenna off in Everett. Heeee. Went back to work to drop Mike off, but we ended up giggling in my car like retards for about ten minutes before he had to go back in.

"ASK HIM IF THOSE ARE THE DALLASES!!! ASK HIIIMM!!!!"

"Why are you locking my door, sir?"
"I wouldn't want you to get car-jacked!"
"...in motion? On the FREEWAY?!?!"

We were pretty loopy. Heh. Headed to Camano to pick up Terry. He didn't remember telling me the night before that I should come pick him up, so he seemed pretty surprised to see me. HEH. Went to the house and watched cartoons and canadian tv for fifty million years whilst being retards and laughing at stupid shit (the word of the night was 'BALLS'), then passed out at like 10.

Whoa there, balls.

Woke up when Terry got up for work at 5, passed out again, then woke up at 11. JOY. Got up, went to Shell for Monsters and lunch, got smokes for the next two weeks at the Stilly, came home. There are boy-type substances passed out all over the house. Heh.

"And he drove over the speed limit like an angry womaaaannnn..."

Face. Ass. Pants.

Friday: Off at 2. Bought a crapload of shit from work, headed to Camano to pick up Terry from the shop. Which I totally forgot I didn't have to do. Cashed his check, went to the hoose so he could shower, then headed into Stanwood to meet up with Mike at the Sportsman. HEH. Had a couple drinks while waiting and kept feeding money into the jukebox. He finally showed around 7:30, we decided the Sportsman was lame, so we went to Blazing Saddles. HEEEEEEHHHH! That wasn't so great either, ya know, watching middle-aged couples line dance, so we went across the street to the Hotel. Which was the most horrifying fucking dive I'd ever been to. First thing when you walk in, there are tables and chairs everywhere, which makes navigating in and out to smoke whilst drunk impossible. Plus everyone there was either a 22-year-old crackhead or 40-50-something man. WEIRD fuckin' regulars. And of course, Terry went to school with half of the people there, so Mike and I barely saw him 'cause he kept getting yanked aside by everyone. It's okay. We just sat in the back and made fun of people. Heh. After all that we stopped at the AMPM for beer and headed back to Terry's to watch The POD and pass out. But Mike left about halfway through and ended up in Everett sleeping in his car or something. Good times.

Saturday: planned to have a barbeque. Bought a shit ton of food. No one showed up. As usual. Except Kevin, who we picked up from town. After we got back and everyone was shitfaced, a bunch of stupid drama ensued. Ehhh. Good ol' drunk people and their inability to let things go. Around this time I discovered that I was missing about $200. I think I lost it that drunk night on the town. Probably in the bathroom at Blazing Saddles. GUH. Oh well. There goes another month of saving money to move out. Right down the shitter.

...probably quite literally.

On Sunday Terry had to go help some guy move, so I left around 9:30, went home to shower and change, went to worky. It was so insane. SO insane, in fact, that I actually had to park at the fucking casino when I first arrived. I'm so glad I got stuck in the stockroom during our open hours. We were there recovering the store until midnight and it still looked like shit when we left.

Today: Got up at 10, so I actually had time to make myself pretty BEFORE I got to work. Incredible. The store was insane. Again. And I was on the floor running go-backs and fitting rooms and doing shoes and denim. Wee. Right before close, I got to make some girl's night 'cause I found (after looking FOREVER) her size in our bronze Salmas. I swear, I looked in the mismatched shoe bins for like 20 minutes for that girl. I love it when I can come through for fellow shoe addicts. Heh.

So tomorrow I work 5-2. Yay. Going to Terry's after work 'cause I have Wednesday off. Then later on Wednesday hopefully I can get the tires on my car swapped with the tires on the Summit. 'Cause my tires suck ass and are generic and the front right one leaks like a bitch.

Also. Suzette (DM) and Tim (LP) are both in tomorrow. Joypants.

OMG. Shoes.

My loathing of Sugarcult was reinstated this morning. Goddamnit. I thought EVERYONE forgot about that horrible fucking song.

NO. THEY DIDN'T.

Anyhow. My entire shift was spent marking down, recovering, replenishing, backstocking, matching, sorting and SKU-ing shoes. IT'S LOVE. If I ever ended up leaving Guess (which totally isn't going to happen), I'd go directly to a shoe store. Seriously.

Which reminds me. THEY STILL HAVEN'T SENT THE GODDAMN TREASURES YET. If we don't have them by next week I'm just gonna order them off the fucking site. GUH. We soooooo need them what with all the markdowns I just did. The wall is getting empty. And the damn shoe tables keep filling up. Endcaps, please!

Mike and I went to Taco del Mar on lunch. I wish I had effing money. Jesus. His enchilada looked so damn tasty. Then we went back in early and I tried on some tops I'd been eyeing and he tried on girlpants. As always. Goddamn, I've missed Mike. Work is so much more amusing now.

I'm gonna pass out soon. I can feel it. But first I must locate the windex and clean the damn windows in Dr. Tran-sir.

Zesty.

HEH. Got back to work at like 9:30. The second I get let in the door--

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

"...yeah. It was just gas."

HEEEHHHHH! But the floor was still a mess from floorset and we all had to run around like crazy people setting up the walls before open at 10. And we were still putting shit up when we opened. Heh. I lost track of time until I saw a woman with a stroller out of nowhere. Shit all over the floor. Fun.

LUNCH WAS THE BEST EVER 'CAUSE WE HAVE MIKE AGAIN. EHHHH!!!! Mike kidnapped Shelby and I for lunch and we went to Walmart to gawk at the 'tragic' people and so Shelby could buy some shampoo and be incredibly indecisive about it. Yusssss.

Shelby and I had the stockroom all to ourselves until I left at 5:30. I took it upon myself to re-fold an entire bay in the guards packed full of men's denim. 'Cause people were just shoving shit in there and it was getting ridiculous. I bet Shelby's still effing there putting up shelves and moving boxes and organizing the hardware. WOMAN IS INSANE. She was supposed to be out of there by 2. I've said it a million times, and I'll say it again- She'd effing sleep in the store if she could. Maybe on a t-shirt table. HEH.

Got off, headed home. Saw Kyle and a shirtless Justin sprinting down the other lane on Jordan Trails Road, and a Doom not far behind them. They were WALKING to the V-Hoose. Crazy fuckers. So I stopped and told Brandon to get in the car, turned around and picked up Justin and Kyle. Went to Safeway, ran into Juanita. Talked to her for a bit, then really headed home. Heh. Many cops with sirens tonight on Burn Road. Weird.

I need to do something. Read and eat food or some shit. Then pass out to wake up at 5am. Weeeeee.

Ridiculous.

JESUS.

Went to work at 5am. Trained some new girls in the stockroom, started getting insane, unbearable cramps at around 5:45-ish. Sat down in the office for a minute. Took my first 15 early and went outside to get some air, but the cramps just kept getting worse, to the point where I was having trouble moving at all. Went back in, told Shelby I had to go home and we were all paranoid that I had appendicitis. The drive home was agonizing. I honestly don't know how I even drove at ALL. Every couple minutes I was having these horrible 'contractions' and had to clench my teeth and dig my fingers into the steering wheel. Oh, what a sight. Poor little Bre driving down 172nd crying and driving 5 mph under the speed limit.

So I get home, set my shit down and just start farting out of nowhere. HEH. I'm so fucking pissed. That was IT?!?! 'Cause seriously. I honestly thought I was gonna have to go to the hospital.

So yeah. Gonna leave to go back to work when the remainder of the pain and light-headedness subsides. Heh. SO ANGRY. Do you guys realize how low on gas I am right now? I was at under a quarter of a tank when I left work. I was in too much agony to stop and get gas on the way home, so now the needle is teetering on empty. FUCK.

Ugh. Still feel gnarly, though. Hopefully I don't pass out or something. Post-traumatic stress or some shit. Heh.

Opposable-limbed, dual-shelled turtles filled with peanut butter and other such nonsense.

What the shit has happened to Halloween, you guys? HONESTLY!

Chino, Terry and a couple of Chino's buddies set up the yard SO badass. Terry carved up two pumpkins in about 30 minutes, and they put all sortsa dry ice and smoke machines and blinky glow-ey things out in the yard. Did any kids come by for candy besides Robin and Terry's niece? NO. NOT A FUCKING ONE.

Are parents really that goddamn paranoid/too lazy to accompany their damn kids while they go trick-or-treating? Honestly! NO. ONE. Seriously.

And my 'costume' went to waste. Heh. I changed into it at work right before we opened and got a bunch of horrified looks ('cause of all the blood on my face and boobs, most likely), but as soon as I got to Terry's I was too effing tired to put forth any more effort and we just ended up watching a movie and falling asleep anyway.

I suppose the $5 for the wig went to good use 'cause I got a hilarious picture of Kortnie in it with all her actual hair totally visible. She even wore it out on the floor for a bit. GOOD TIMES.

Anyhow. Today. Worked 5-2, bought my damn coat, gave Jenna a ride to her other job which was on my way home, got home, observed some Guitar Hurrah 3, mom came home, and we all piled in her car and went to Best Buy so Brandon could get some presents. 'Cause it's his BIIRRRRTHDAAAYYYY. Doom is 21. Weeee! But yeah. Ended up buying some cds (BAD! BAD!). Scissor Sisters' "Ta-Dah" and 311's "Greatest Hits '93-'03". THE RIDE HOME. WAS THE BEST. EVER. I put in the Scissor Sisters cd and Kyle made up his own words to "I Don't Feel Like Dancin'".

"Better flip a bitch and we'll go to the mooooooon!"

HEEEEEEEEEEE. I'm so gonna blast that shit at work tomorrow.

Anyhow. Work tomorrow 5-2. Head to the island. Lay in bed. Go to Molly's birthday Saturday night. Wewt.

I need to pack some shit and go to bed. Like whoa.

Costume of ghetto-ness!

So. I spent almost the entire time from being off work until about 30 minutes ago frantically driving around Marysville trying to find a costume or pieces to a costume. Right after work I went to Walmart and found nothing. Michaels. Nothing. Went home, watched the dvd I bought (Not Another Teen Movie. I'm hoping this is the last fucking time I'll have to re-buy it.), took off with a car full of crazy people, dropped Kyle and Justin with their newly buzzed heads at the V-Hoose, then Doom, Karina and I headed to Party City where they were totally cleaned out (AND THEY HAD THE BEST WIG FOR MY FUCKING COSTUME. I'M SO PISSED.), Fred Meyer where I only found one of those stupid bloody knives for like 40% off (got it, of course), then went to K-mart and found one long "blonde" (ie: yellow) wavy wig that was, of course, sitting on the shelf out of its box and tangled to holy hell. Bought it. Had no choice.

I'm going as Baby from Ho1kC. Been meaning to do it for the past 2 years. I figure now that I'm skinny again, I have to. I have no excuses. Heh. And yesterday I got a bottle of blood from Party City, so it's gonna be badass, even as ghetto and last-minute as it was. Now I just have to dig up either a black shirt that I can cut up or a black tank or something, and figure out which pair of jeans I can live without and cut them into tiny shorts. Got my monster boots out and I grabbed a pair of fishnets out of storage yesterday. So I'm almost set.

I wonder how many people at work will actually be able to identify my costume. Heh.

So yeah. Work at 6 tomorrow morning, and it's GIFTCARD DAY so I get to FINALLY buy my wool peacoat (and boy, am I gonna need it in this get-up!), off at 3, head over to Terry's. It sure is gonna be fun waking up and prying my ass out of the most comfortable bed in the world at 3:30am on Thursday. Jebus.

Off to run around like a crazy person some more. Wee.

Effed lips. Lips are effed.

Friday: off at 3, but hung around work for a moment afterward to buy me some Bellas. Which are the best shoes ever, until we finally get the Treasures in. Oh god. Anyhow. Took off for Everett. Realized passing the flats on I-5 that traffic was gonna be BAD. Hit it by the shit ponds. Heh. It wasn't too bad though, and I got to Ed Wyse at like 4:00 to bug Karina and buy shit. Got some Catwalk shampoo and Root Boost and a blackhead extractor. Which I love more than life right now. Left around 4:30, hit traffic immediately getting back onto I-5 from Everett Mall Way. Literally idled down the onramp and all the way to 41st. It got a little better after that, but we hit it again around the Marine View Drive exit. Stupid fucking WSDOT assholes getting rid of the extra lanes between the exits. UGH. So anyhow. Hauled ass to Terry's, picked him up, drove back into town to buy some booze. I took a shower when we got back and I think I pretty much just laid in bed the rest of the night sipping Goldshlager. Yum.

Saturday: woke up early, took Terry grocery shoppy at IGA (where I broke down and bought a flat of Monsters for $45), went back to the house to unload all the shit, then headed over to Zach and Molly's. Jumped rope with Melissa for like an hour. It was good times. Left just as Molly got home :/ Headed to Everett to drink our faces off. I can't believe I remembered where the damn Anchor was. Heh. No one was there yet, so we had a couple drinks and were mesmerized by this chick's ass hanging out of her Playboy referee costume for a while. HEH. Terry ran into some guy he went to high school with (which seems to happen everywhere we effing go, heh!) and I ran into RACHAELFAYCE. YAY. But it turned out everyone we were supposed to meet up with were all at Jimmy Z's. UGH. So we ate some food, I sobered up and we drove down the street to the world's biggest dive. I didn't drink there, I just kept kiping sips off Terry's beers. Heh. And I've been claimed by Erin, so she and Terry kept fighting over me. HEH!

"She's MINE now!!!!"

Grood times. I dunno how long we were there, but we were getting tired and felt like going home and plopping in bed and watching a movie, so we took off.

Now for something completely different-- I dunno HOW you women do it, but I drove in heels for the first time EVER driving back to Camano from the bar, and it was SO goddamn difficult. I just don't get it at all. So hats off to all you heel-wearing womens. You are all much more talented than I. I seriously had to stop at the Shell station and change into my flip flops. It was that bad.

Sunday: woke up early. Heh. I just can't do the sleeping in thing anymore. Terry made breakfast burritos. I love him so goddamn much. Went to Schuck's for oil, Target for random shit, Petco, Best Buy, Bigfoot, smoke shop, then IGA again when we got back to the island. Started feeling super fucking sick from girly cramps on the way back to the house. Got to the house, threw off my pants and laid in bed with the most agonizing fucking cramps I've ever had in my life. Got up once to puke, didn't puke, laid back down, passed out for like three hours. Woke up feeling much better, but still really lethargic. Terry made burgers, so I had one of those, and we just stood in the kitchen being nonsensical for like an hour and a half. Hamburger Axe and b-holes galore. God, we're retarded. Left at 8 to go home. Stopped at Shell for gas and Losts, and now here I am. About to pass the hell out 'cause I have work at 5 tomorrow morning. Weeee.

I WANNA WEAR MY HEEEEELLSSS TO WORK but I can't until I have a floor shift. I can't imagine climbing the guards and the ladder to put backstock in the uppers whilst wearing 4 inch heels. For eight hours. Poop.

Sleep.

...things.

Every day at work is better than the last. Goddamn.

Clean stockroom. Less than 100 boxes, mostly replen, it seems. Another early morning shift tomorrow with six people = stockroom almost completely empty by the weekend. WHICH I HAVE OFF. GLEE.

Good stuff. I'm very much relieved and... happy. Yes.

I went to the library today. Insanity. I've been talking about doing it for like a week and a half, but every day after work the need to go home, consume the entire contents of the kitchen and vegetate has been too great. Heh. So yeah. Stopped in there for about an hour and a half and came out with a Marilyn biography that I think I've already read, a book on flappers and Diary: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk (thanks, Molly-face!). Started on the latter immediately and it's pretty fucking bad-ass so far. Yay for stuff to read on my lunch breaks. I was really sad that all their Hunter S. Thompson books were checked out, though. UGH. Oh well. I'll just have to go buy them at Half Price Books tomorrow. Yep.

The urge to read these last few weeks has been so great that I told Karina to start throwing books at me. The only one she had readily available was Star: A Novel by Pam Anderson. I have nothing against Pam, she's sorta awesome, but jesus christ. I didn't even get a chapter into it and had to stop because it's the worst pile of shit I've ever laid hands on in my life. The writing style is totally reminiscent of Ann M. Martin's Baby-sitter's Club series (which, I'll admit, I owned almost all of when I was a kid), but much, much worse. Characters' personality traits totally unrealistic and situations just... dumb. And the thing that's REALLY sad? She had a GHOSTWRITER. WHO IS MALE.

Anyhow.

Tomorrow. Work 6-3, cash paycheck, head to Ed Wyse and buy much beauty shit from the K-town, stop by Half Price Books. Camano by 5-ish. Pounce on Terry's head.

Oh glorious hanger blisters on both index fingers. I loves you.

"Gawt Pants?"

Today I cleaned the living hell out of the stockroom. Shelby rearranged the boxes all nice and I got damn near everything out of the YC side of the guards AND every. Fucking. Thing. Hanging from the ceiling. And got it all out to the floor. AMAZING. It's so goddamn bright back there now. Everyone was freaking out. Didn't get to process any shipment, but we only got like 30 boxes today, so it wasn't that big a deal. Plus we're having another 5am stock shift tomorrow with a bunch of people. YAY shit's getting done. It's very exciting.

Yayjoblove.

Bought a dress from work today 'cause it was the last day of the 50% off sale/clearance deal. It's pretty. Just have to buy some heels to wear with it on Friday. And I've been lusting after these heels for a good two months now. Oh shoes.

Oh yeah! And if anyone's interested in working at Guess for 5 hours on the 23rd of November, please let me know ASAP. We need 300 people working on that day. No, I'm not joking. But really. If you're interested, over 18 and need some extra cash, let me know.

Guh. I should probably go put in a stupid movie and pass out 'cause I have to be up at 3:30 in the morning. Weee!

Get stupid bitches off the road, please.

Totally forgot to add this-

I had my first case of REAL road rage ever last Friday. Not good times. So I'm just driving North in the slow lane on I-5 on the way to Terry's and traffic slows to about 50mph when it's normally 70. This is all right before the Stanwood/Camano exit. This Honda or Acura or some stupid car full of prissy bitches is behind me, and they're RIGHT ON MY ASS as if the whole thing was my fucking fault. After 'dealing with it' for about a minute, the chick driving gets fed up and moves into the center lane. Then OUT OF NOWHERE moves back over to get in front of me to race down the exit. At this point I'm about two seconds from turning onto the exit. Prissy bitch 2 flips me off without even looking back as they get off the freeway. Unbeknownst to them, I'm getting off on the same goddamn exit. Seeing the finger made me SO FUCKING ANGRY that I fucking floored it so I was practically on their ass the whole way down to the light. I swear to fucking god, I hadn't been that mad in YEARS. And the girls obviously got scared, seeing as how they all kept looking back in horror. HEH. Funny shit. Coulda followed them all the way down 532 and gave them a really good jolt, but I had to get gas at the Shell. Heh! But UGHHH. Anger. Frustration. I mean, it would have literally taken like an extra 5 seconds for them to get off the damn freeway if they decided to not be cunts.

Yep. Just had to share. Nothing other than that. Work 10-7 tomorrow. UGH that shift goes by so slow. Garg. But. It's almost Friderday payderday, so yay. Gots to buy me a coat from work. And shoes. And a shit-ton of stuff on clearance. Wee.

Obligatory vague post.

A lot of good things happening for me right now. So goddamn happy. And relieved.

Was at Terry's from Thursday night until this morning. Glory. And I have all of next weekend off for Halloween-y debauchery. Fuck yes.

Goddamnit I am SO. RELIEVED. I love my job.

Face.

Nothing special about today. For some reason I feel the need to blog, though.

In at 6am (goddamn, I haven't been late in like two weeks!), markdowns, break, Suzette the DM came in from California, lunch, bust out like ten more boxes before I finally had to go home. No last fifteen 'cause I took my breaks all wonky and late. Home. Sleep deprivation. Hilarity.

That's about it. Yay. Work tomorrow at 8am. After work I HAVE to stop by a Coinstar somewhere 'cause I know I have over $20 in change. And I'm broke. Weee.

Bleh.

Pantsandpantsandpants.

Home. Again. Decided to go back to the island last night around 8:30. Pretty much just talked for a while and then went to sleep. Woke up at 10:30, lay in bed until 11-ish, got up and got a call from Terry just as I was heading to my car to go home. He was working on a house in Lost Lake, so we were able to hang out on his lunch. YAY! Cuddled and cooed at each other for a half hour, then I dropped him back at the worksite and headed home, stopping at the Shell station on Old 99 (also known as my third home) to load up on Monsters. Yeeeup.

Today I'm convinced I'm gonna get shit done. First thing I did when I walked in the house was grab all my dirty clothes and throw them in the washer. Heh. I think I have maybe another half-load to do until all my clothes IN THE WORLD are clean. Worldly clean clothes. Then I have to take a shower and exfoliate every goddamn inch of my body. Sounds grood. And sometime today I have to call work and see when I work tomorrow, 'cause I forgot to take down my schedule like a fucking douche. I'm pretty sure it was 6-3, but I just wanna clarify. Just in case. Oh, 6-3 shift. I loves you.

I wish it wasn't raining. I'd totally vacuum out my car right now. Damnit.

Muh.

So. Stressed. Out. I'll be a little better once I refigure my budget, but still a bit... meh.

Last night I was closing at work and I expected to get off around 11-11:30. Terry was supposed to show up and wait for me in the parking lot around 10:30 so he could hop in my car and we'd head to Seattle for Chev's birthday thing. But oh no! Closing on Saturdays is HELL because people are fucking savages in the store and shit was EVERYWHERE. It was absolutely trashed. When I realized it was midnight I asked Shelby if I could go outside to see if Terry was waiting. So I went out there and found out he'd been waiting since SEVEN O' FUCKING CLOCK. The show he was supposed to play fell through 'cause the drummer or somebody was sick or something, so he had nothing better to do but wait for me to get off work. Glorious. So I had to go back inside and clean up until the registers were finally all closed down. Which happened around 1:20. FAB. We knew that the bars were gonna be closed by the time we got there, so we just went to Chev's house, watched some Burnt Face Man and went to sleep in very awkward positions on the couch. Heh. Woke up around 11 and remembered that Napoleon was still in my car, so we took off. Drove to the outlet mall so Terry could pick up his truck, went to his old apartment to grab the rest of his stuff, went to Richard's to get Toby's guitar and stack business and put air in my front right tire, went to Napa to pick up shit for our cars, then headed to the house to work on and wash our vehicles. Yep. Put new headlights in mine and put some oil in it. Drives much nicer now.

Terry's uncle or something is in town, so his parents were having a huge dinner at their house. I was (and still kinda am) in a strange mood, so I just came home. I dunno what my fuckin' deal is today.

Other than that. On Friday John, Kyle and Doom showed up at the house with the most life-changing thing EVER. His name is Frankie and he's a RUBBER FIST. Not even just a fist, a whole fucking firearm. So we wobbled that around for a while and I took a million pictures and videos. Pierced Kyle's eyebrow. Then around 2:30 I took off and went to Target on the way to Camano and picked up the Amy Winehouse cd and FINALLY FOUND the Criterion Collection Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. UNGH. I've been wanting it for SO LONG. Picked Terry up from work, cashed his check, went to the house to grab shit, then took off in good ol' Petunia (Terry's truck's new name. Heh!) to Lynnwood. Guitar Center to pick up his new Ibanez, then we drove up and down 99 trying to figure out where we wanted to eat. Finally settled on Shari's, which, as we all know, is right across the goddamn street from Guitar Center. HEH. Went to the liquor store in Tulalip and bought a fifth of this badass pomegranate liqeur. DELICIOUS. Went to the house, drank, passed out. Woke up around 10, went to Elger Bay for breakfast, dropped Terry at home and headed to work. Worked 10 hours, as stated above. Fuckin' wee.

I may go back to the island in a while. After I get my brain back to normal. We were both kinda upset when I left, so I feel bad and I miss him already. GUH.

Yetionmyface.

Plans have changed. Heh. Got paid early, so after work yesterday I immediately went out and bought a new pair of jeans from Ross. Almost the exact same as the ones I've been mercilessly wearing for the past three months. HEH! But the old ones got a hole in them. So that justifies it.

Soooo yeah. Woke up at 5:30, saw Terry off to work, planned on staying a while and watching some tv, but he stole the damn lighter. I can't live without a lighter. So I took off for home, lighting cigarettes with my cigarette lighter in my car the whole way. Heh. I never use that damn thing except to charge my phone.

THEN! I get home and find that no one's here and the door is locked. And my house keys are inside. GREAT. So I had to bust in for the millionth time in my life. I fucking HATE BREAKING IN. I think I misheard mom when she told me when her first day at her new job was. I thought it was Monday, but it looks like it was today. Yaymomjob. <--that could be wrong on so many levels.

So later on after I pack up some shit for the weekend and take a much-needed shower, I must head to Kohl's and see if their huge sale thing applies to intimates (I. CAN'T. STOP. BUYING. BRAS. You'd be addicted too if you had no rack to speak of until you strapped on a Wonderbra. Heh.), possibly bug K-town at work and buy shit, then pick up lovely at work and go do all his shit.

I wonder how tomorrow is gonna work if Terry wants to go to Chev's thing with me. If he has practice, then I can just pick him right up after work. But I dunno what's going on. Hummmm.

Face.

Bluh.

Tuesday: Work. Home. Terry's. Watched 'Knocked Up' finally. Sleep.

Wednesday: Awake at 5:30 to see Terry off to work. Cartoons. SLEPT FROM 9AM TO 1PM. WHAT THE HELL. I don't even remember feeling the tiniest bit tired. I don't get it. So now I'm gonna have a hell of a time falling asleep tonight. Anyhow. Drove over to his parents' to raid their fridge. Heh. Went back to the house, watched some tv and headed home around 9. I was scared as fuck driving down 532 'cause I had less than 1/8th of a tank of gas and figured I could make it to the Shell station by the freeway no problem. I did, but I was still scared as hell 'cause I never let my car get below a quarter tank. Yuh.

So. On the agenda for the next couple days-

Tomorrow: work, home, Terry's.

Friday: Terry's to work for paycheck-y GLORY, hang around Marysville and shop or something until around 2:30, back to Camano, pick up Terry from work, cash his paycheck, go to Ed Wyse and bug Karina and buy mountains of Tigi products, go to Guitar Center to pick up Terry's guitar he put on layaway forever ago, Camano, possibly get shit-faced to prepare for Saturday night, sleep.

Saturday: Lay around in bed until 12:30-ish, head to work, get off at 11, head straight down to Seattle to get shit-faced with the Chev. WEEE!

Sunday: possibly Terry's. Lay around in bed all day long.

Fun fun. Sleep.

MUH.

Quick update 'cause I have to take off for work in like five minutes:

I'm sick. It's fabulous. I seem to be getting over it really quicklike, though. Terry was REALLY effing sick when I left yesterday. I wanted to take off work and take care of him SO bad. But I couldn't. I am teh poor. And we must save for apartment of doom.

Been on the floor at work for the past three days. It's been a goddamn wreck. Effing canadians and their holidays. UGH. And it looks as if I'm gonna be the next denim specialist. Fab. DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING DENIM! But yeah. Floor's a mess, stockroom's clean. And EMPTY. Doesn't it effing figure?

And I couldn't get effing Saturday off. OH MY GOD IT SUCKS. But somehow I will partake in the Chev festivities. I don't care if I have to like, get off work at 10-11 and immediately head down there. SOMETHING IS GOING TO WORK, DAMNIT.

Oh. And the pants I got for Terry were fucking PERFECT. JESUS. I'm going to buy him Montaras in every fucking wash we have. Except the ones that look all oily and dirty and gross. The name of the wash escapes me at the moment. Those are just gnarly and whoever buys them should probably be executed on site.

Anyhow. Off to worky.

STOP! Pajama-time.

86 effing views this week? Jesus! I'm not THAT interesting, am I?

Heh.

I actually got up early enough this morning to do my hair and put on makeup. I'm NEVER up that early. I'm usually snoozing 'til the last possible second then throwing clothes on in a frenzy and running out the door without doing so much as brushing my hair. Good job. Go me. AND! By the time I got into Tulalip, I had more than enough time to go to Walmart and pick up Monsters. NIIIIICE.

So. Must pass out early tonight (like in a half hour) so I can wake up at around 5am to get to work by 7. Then I shall be off at 4 and I'll head off to SEE MY BABY. GODDAMNITIMISSTERRY. This has been the first time in a long while that we haven't seen each other in more than like, two days. Heh. It's been five.

And last night he was involved in a bunch of legal drama involving Napoleon, which eventually led to him spending the night in jail. MY POOR BABY! So uh... Napoleon has to go. It's so fucking sad. But at least he found out from the cop who took him there that he may actually have his license suspended in the third degree and not the second. Which means he'll be able to drive. He'll have to put up with a bunch of shit to be able to, but at least he'll be mobile again. YESSSSS.

Anyhow. Gotta pack up some shit and then pass out.

YAYNEWPANTSDERDAY.

FULL SHIFT TODAY! OHMYGODWEEEE!!!

AND tomorrow! AND PROBABLY the next day! AND THE NEXT DAY!!!

And of course, Whitney, Ryan and I got through like over half of the boxes in the stockroom, just to be met with the horrible realization that our projected shipment tomorrow is 80 fucking boxes. JESUS. CHRIST. I'm SOOOOO hoping that it's off. WAY off.

Anyhow. Got our bonuses. Got a new pair of jeans for me (HORRIBLY needed) and some jeans for my baby. I'm now terrified that they're not gonna fit. Or he won't like them. 'Cause I didn't really take the fit into consideration. He likes his jeans pretty relaxed and I think these are gonna be sorta snug. Oh well. If they don't work out, I'll just have to exchange them. No biggie. We'll find out on Friderday.

Still doing damn good on money. Yayme.

Karina and Doom came into the store to pester me about an hour before I got off. Heh. She was looking for a black cardigan. Too bad we don't have too many of those on clearance. Oh well. She said she'd go get a cupcake belt instead. HEH.

SHARK.

Gotta get to bed nice and early tonight, 'cause I got SHIT for sleep last night and so I was dead to the world by the time I got off work. I'm really effing surprised I wasn't late this morning. Could also have to do with the fact that I'm used to 3-4 hour shifts at this point. I swear, I have no idea what to do with myself on my lunches anymore. It sucks.

Muh.

"Counter-proposal: I go home and jerk off."

Nope. Didn't get shit done today. And it's been fabulous. Still sitting on my ass in my jammies. Eating dinner. Oh yeah.

I think I'm just gonna push all the shit I was gonna do today to tomorrow after work. Trying to conserve gas here. I have $99 to last me until next Friday and most of it is probably headed for my gas tank. Wooo. And actually, even though my paycheck was anally raped last period, I'm doing better on money conservation than I normally would. Which is pretty fuckin' sad.

I need to go take a shower and... clean stuff. And do laundry. Bored. Must clean.

...pluh.

Day off tomorrow. Thank god. I'm thinking I might have to go into Everett to take care of some shit and pick up insane quantities of Monster from Cash & Carry while I still have money. Maybe. Haven't quite decided.

Spent the entire past weekend with the Terry. Like that's surprising. Mom was gone in North Dakota for like four days and I didn't wanna be home 'cause home = boring without teh mommeh. And I missed my baby. So yeah. Just went out to dinner and watched a lot of tv and took Terry and Napoleon grocery shopping and slept and worked. And learned that I can't drive a truck to save my life. Terry bought an older Silverado with hopes of me being able to drive him and Napoleon everywhere. Yeah. Took it down the road to the gas station and back. 'Cause I was struggling like a mofo. It's sad 'cause it's not even that big a truck. Issues I have with it are: The accelerator is a BITCH. You have to put so much pressure on it it's just ridiculous. And the brake sticks out like 6-7 inches further than the accelerator, meaning that when it comes time to brake, you have to literally pull your knee up and move over onto the brake pedal. Insanity. And it squeals a lot and makes me nervous as hell. Guh. I'll just have to get used to it, I guess. 'Cause Terry can't drive it and I don't want it just sitting in the driveway doing nothing for a year and a half until he can.

But yeah. I guess it's not surprising. I AM used to driving the bejesus out of a Geo Metro. And ya know... Nissan Sentras and other tiny-ass cars.

I like small cars. Is that a crime?!?! Heh.

I really want a new tattoo. But no. After paying my storage unit and buying two weeks worth of smokes, my glorious 42 hour paycheck can only afford Monsters and gas until the 12th. Fab. Oh well. At least we get our bonuses at work on Wednesday. YAYFREECLOTHES. And our new shit has been ridiculously cute. For a change. I literally gasp when I open new shipment. Heh.

Ummm. Still wanting a house. Really bad. I shared my idea with lovely and I think he caught my house-HIV. House-HIV+ are we.

I need to go do something with my hair. Or clean. Or SOMETHING. Guh.

It's rant time! Again!

I'm going to line up all the people in the world who listen to and support the band Say Anything and shoot them all in their fucking heads. Execution style. People who listen to pseudo-intellectual bullshit like this are the reason pop music is so deep in the shitter. And why MTV still exists. And why people like my boyfriend and good friend John (who are musical GENIUSES) put their all into making exceptional music and get almost nothing in return. Thanks, you talentless pieces of shit, for taking fame and fortune away from the people who actually deserve it.

I've never wished a band would die in an airplane accident more. Except, ya know, Avril Lavigne.

Take this one song (and I have to hear it almost every day, thanks to a very special co-worker). Dude is bitching about social politics and ragging on people sitting around "pon-TIF-icating" (QUICK! EXAGGERATE YOUR ENUNCIATION IN A CONDESCENDING MANNER!!!) on things they've read about in trendy books and magazines and not being able to further elaborate on them because they know only the original author's views on the matter. And they scoff when they see "squares", so dude tells them how they're the same as all the people who used to give them shit in high school. Well, if you hadn't noticed, most of the ANGSTY TEENAGERS who listen to your music don't fucking understand the unconventional terms you use (BUT PRETEND THEY DO!) and scoff at everyone, asshole. And it's apparent that you've stuffed these terms into your idiotic lyrics in an extremely desperate manner. Your "neener-neener" approach is annoying and your 'brilliant' song is an excerise in futility.

OOOO! Then! Go on to a completely different 'heartfelt' bullshit tangent about your car and your guitar and how you'll rest when you're dead (where the fuck did that come from?!?!)! OMG! GENIUS! I are teh smrt 'cause I listen to Say Anything!

Formula for a hit rock band: Make damn sure you can't sing to save your life and have no rhythm and can effectively play like three chords on your guitar. Write a shit song. Throw in some big words that none of your fanbase will understand, but will quote regularly to look smart and 'edgy'. Good job. Here's a record deal.

Badassness. And driving.

Home to North Everett. Dropped Doom off with Karina. Thought about attempting vechicular homicide several times going south on Broadway. Gassed up. Drove to South Everett, bugged Trevor at work to get him to call Mike up and wake his ass up 'cause I didn't have his number, nor did I really remember where their apartment was. Got Trevor's keys just in case, headed over there and found a surprisingly awake Mike playing Halo or something. Poked a hole in his ear. The set-up and everything went unexpectedly fast, and I didn't take into consideration that I had a hole of like 2 1/2 hours of doing absolutely nothing before I had to head up to the island. Heh. So I took off, returned Trevor's keys, drove to Marysville to go to Safeway and use their Coin Master thing, then to Sally's to buy some cheap-ass shears and clips. 'Cause Terry COULDN'T WAIT to have me even out his hair, he had to do it himself. With poultry shears. Without looking. HEH. So now I'm gonna have to perform some serious damage-control on his head.

Anyhow. Tried to get a hold of Kyle to see what he was up to 'cause I didn't really want to waste gas going all the way back home. He didn't answer. Headed home. Realized halfway there that I might not have my keys. Fun. Got home, found keys, here I am. And I'll be sitting here like this until around 4:30 or whenever Terry calls me. Yay.

I have to windex my goddamn windows. They're so gross and nicotine-y and spilled-Monster-y.

In other news. The new QOTSA is the best goddamn album ever. Best fucking album of the year, I'm telling you. I've been listening to it practically non-stop for the last two weeks and I'm still not sick of it. Full of awesomeness and badassness and glory.

It's windex time. Yep.

FUCKING DO SOMETHING!

I also really think I need to go to school for something. Anything. And soon.

I think I've finally hit that elusive 'idealistic' phase of my life. Fuck, where have you been?!?!

Maybe it has to do with the inclusion and exclusion of certain people in my life. I've accomplished a lot (for me, at least) since Terry came back into the picture. I've finally found my fucking muse, I swear to christ. Now I can't stop thinking about the future and how I'm gonna be broke as fuck for the rest of my life if I just sit still from here. I want to live comfortably. With him. I want to fix my teeth. I want a gorgeous house with a studio in it so I can listen to his genius all day. And I want it all NOW.

Yep. I need to go to school, guys. But what the fuck for? I want to do everything. I just need to start getting ambitious about it and figure out what to jump into first. I want to do makeup. I want to be a cosmetologist. I want to be an esthetician. I want to be an IT technician. I want to build websites. I want my own store (but for what?). I want to design and make lingerie and shoes. I want to be an internet entrepreneur.

I FUCKING WANT IT ALL.

Now I'm not gonna be able to stop thinking about all this. I'm not gonna be able to sit still. I need to do SOMETHING other than make (practically) minimum wage in a stockroom with no room for the kind of growth I'M looking for.

I have to do something.

EPIPHANY!!!!!!!1one

I've just decided out of NOWHERE that I want a house with ridiculously huge windows on Camano. Eff Lost Lake. I want something right on the water on the east or west side. Don't care which, so long as it's waterfront property.

I WANT IT NOOOOWWWWW. I was thinking we could just find a house to rent instead of an apartment so we could build Napoleon a kennel and he could run free and no one would be threatened by him and try to put him down. Effing pitbull haters. I dunno. It might work. I'ma have to run it by the lovely. 'Cause goddamn, apartments suck. And I really don't think any apartment complex is gonna allow us to have a pitbull.

Napoleon wub. Is wub.

Yeeeeeup.

Bluh.

Today sucked. Thought I was gonna get a full shift. NOPE! Another three hours! FUCKIN' YAY.

And before work I stopped at Walmart to grab some Monsters. Got all the way back to work, clocked on, worked for 30 minutes, finally finished the one I was already drinking and grabbed a new one. Two of the cans in the box had exploded and somehow I didn't notice. They didn't explode on the way to work, mind you. I could tell by the smell that they had been open and leaking for quite some time. So there went one down the drain, and I left the first one I had been drinking in the fridge at work 'cause it tasted like shit and I was hoping maybe the fridge possessed magical powers and would restore it to its normal flavor. HEH. So I was left with two Monsters for the price of four. Well, really it would have been two for the price of two if I had bought them individually, but meh.

So tomorrow I'm supposed to drop Doom at Karina's work in North Everett, then head to South Everett to pierce Mike's ear. Yaymoney. Then I can put some gas in my tank and go see my lovely. Yaylovely.

Yetiinmylap. Yetiinmylap.

Ugh. I don't feel good.

NO HOLDS BARRED, BITCH!

Got a full shift at work today. And it looks like I'll continue to get them throughout the week. And the next week. YAY. Actually got through like 30 boxes on my own today. It was nuts. AND had time to clean the goddamn bathroom. It was SICKENING.

...proud.

Then after work I tried to take care of the lease business. Without drama. It only turned into drama because I sent Sarah a text message and didn't 'talk to her in person'. KNOW WHY?!?! If I had tried to call you, you wouldn't have answered. I KNOW THIS. YOU KNOW THIS. I message you on Myspace and you don't fucking respond. AND! I don't talk to you at work for good reason. You'll say something fucking snide and I'll go ballistic. I'm trying to save my job, okay? I'm not trying to be passive-agressive. I'm USING MY BRAIN. "When you learn to use your mouth and your manners." FUCK. YOU. Know what I sent HER to make her respond in such a way?

"So when are we supposed to take care of the lease shit?"

Yep. Real classy, woman. I paid half of your fucking rent for a whole month I'M NOT EVEN LIVING THERE, and you said that would be sufficient to get me off the lease. Now it's "I'm not doing this today." "We're not home." "Use your manners." "We can't afford it." PICK. A. STORY. AND. STICK. TO. IT. I held up my end of the bargain. MANNERS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, and YOU'RE the one being such an asshole about the whole thing! I'm just trying to get this over with! Quit FUCKING trying to manipulate me with your bullshit 'reveal the "moral" later on' schtick. That's DONE. That's why I fucking LEFT.

"WHAT IS SO WRONG?!?!"

Was it the constant state of disarray (and that's putting it LIGHTLY) in the house? A lot of it, yeah. Your blatant hypocrisy in the Kyle situation? A huge chunk. BUT. Your psychopathic fucking urges to control my life and act as my mother? 100%. I always bitched about how you "care too much". I realize now that it wasn't that at all. You CRAVE a fucking Barbie doll in your life to contort to your whims because you can't fucking control your own life. And I'm really fucking sad that Blue has to be your next victim and she has no fucking clue what's coming.

Moving on. Don't forget that I'm still on the lease and Donna legally has to let me in. I still have shit in there anyway and you have like five of my goddamn makeup brushes. You think I won't take this up a notch? Want me in your house? I didn't think so. Take me off the fucking lease. $35 fucking dollars for an application fee or Bre in your (AND MY!) house. Hmmmm...

Oh. And go ahead and come back with how I'm such a spoiled brat and how I'm such a 'slut' and I cheated on Randy and drove without a license and experimented with drugs for a weekend and 'live for chaos' and all this, even though I never brought up any of the fucked-up shit you did before now, except for a vague snippet of the Kyle thing. If all this shit makes me a horrible person (and consider the fact that I've slept with eight people in my whole life. I'm four years older than you. How many have you had, dear?), so be it. I take full responsibility for all of it and have in the past. When it comes to debauchery, everyone else you know is a whole hell of a lot worse, sir. And you know it.

And accusing Kyle of stealing your makeup? Real intelligent of you. Goddamn, you're insane.

I'm going to bed.

Gnarrrr.

Yeah. I put that star post in my face. Had it in for a few before I decided to wash my face. Lost the fucking star down the drain. Doom even tore it apart to check if it was stuck in the P-trap. Nope. $8 down the drain. AND it was internally threaded, so I REALLY don't get how it came off so easily. I've never lost a ball off my monroe. EVER. ANGER. It was so cute, too. GUH.

Anyhow. Went over to Terry's Saturday afternoon. Lazed about forever, went to IGA, drove all the way here to grab his new jewelry 'cause I forgot it. Ended up staying like 2 1/2 hours 'cause he got stuck in Guitar Hurrah land. Heh. Drove back to the island and Terry insisted that I cut his hair with an old-ass pair of poultry shears. Didn't work, heh. I TOLD HIM. But noooo. I should really invest in a nice pair of shears. 'Cause they would just be nice to have handy. Watched 'Rock of Love' and was filled with glee when that stupid Lacey bitch finally got kicked off. Heh. Started to watch School of Rock and passed out. And this morning and afternoon was just filled with laying around in the most comfortable bed ever and watching tv. Except when Terry found another pair of shit scissors and tried to get me to cut his hair with THOSE. And that was even worse than the poultry shears. Seriously, they both were so damn dull that the blades just kept pushing the hair out of the way. No slicing action. Heh.

Terry got sucked into football a couple hours ago, so I got bored and decided to leave. Yep. Plus I HAVE to get to bed early tonight 'cause I'm fucking sick and tired of being late to work. It's become a serious problem and it's ridiculous.

I wish I hadn't blown all my money. Jesus.

I must go do laundry or something.

Narf.

Two hours today. Good ol' waking up to work calling. And I was at Terry's. YAY. So yeah. Worked 9-11 'cause we're down on stupid payroll. YAY. Sooo... today I earned one tank of gas. Glory. It almost wasn't even worth it.

I'm gonna be so fucked. Jesus christ.

BUT! I came home right after the mail came and my jewelriiiesss arrived. Now I have a tiny little silver star in my monroe. Yays. Got Terry a new post with a little diamond in it 'cause he loves his bling and the one he has in now is WAAAYYY too long. Gleeface. Pants.

Anyhow. No work tomorrow. Then 8-11 on Saturday. I think Terry and I are gonna have to go to Phinickey's Saturday night, 'cause his buddy's band is playing. Then no work on Sunday. Yay.

I'ma go shove food in my face.

Farf.

No worky today. I was so effing bored that I got cracked out on Losts and decided to clean mom's bathroom. Well, most of it. I realized I didn't have any magic erasers, so I couldn't clean the bathtub. Sadpants. That's my favorite part.

But yeah. She's gonna be pissed. It's hilarious.

I thiiiiink... after mom gets back from her interview I might head to the island. Yep.

Oh dear. Terry's calling now. Must gooo.

Ya FACE.

FULL. WEEKEND.

Terry and Toby ended up finishing the moving shit really early, so I caught up with them in Lynnwood at Guitar Center. The plan was that we were gonna go see the Chev, but she ended up having to work until 9 instead of 7, so we sat in the Guitar Center parking lot for what seemed like forever trying to figure out what to do. Ended up going to Northgate anyway and I shopped for a few while the guys got drunk in Toby's car. HEH. Got a few PS2 games at Gamestop, ran into one of Rachell's old friends from Everett who I hadn't seen since I was 15 years old, overpaid for a black tubetop at Rave (it was on a 75% off rack, but the chick rang it up full price. I have no idea why I never say anything when shit like this happens.), bought Terry a glorious Famous hat at Zumiez, then went back to Toby's car to get drunk until Chev got home. The rest of the night was kinda irritating and involved a ride all the way into Everett to be stood up by Big Toby, then all the way back to Northgate. Watched some interbutt virals with the Chev, then passed out on her living room floor. Woke up at 8:30, Terry and Toby took off, and I gave Chev a ride to worky. I can't believe I actually made it out of the U-District alive. Heh. Seattle driving seriously fucking scares me. Went home for about an hour and played some game-age, then left for work. Worked three fucking hours. THREE. Got off at 3, went to Walmart for Monstewwws and the new QOTSA, headed to Camano, sat in Chino's driveway for an hour and a half 'cause Terry and Toby were passed out inside and didn't hear me pounding on the door or hear any of their phones ringing 'cause the damn door was locked (insert best run-on sentence award here). Jesus. Started to fall asleep in my car and finally Terry woke up and called me and asked why I was sitting in the driveway. Weeee.

Anyhow. Toby was passed out forever, so Terry and I sat and watched tv, cleaned his room, made his new bed (SO COMFY!!!!) all pretty and then went into Stanwood for some foodz and dvds. Hollywood video was havng this badass buy two get two free thing, so we took advantage of that. Got The Pick of Destiny (finally), Idiocracy, Black Snake Moan and Rent. Which I didn't want to get, but Terry practically forced me to. Yeah. Went back to the house, drank some Jager and watched The POD. Passed out, woke up at 6:45-ish to take off for work. Another three hour shift. Great. That's totally all I have this week, too. Five. Three. Hour. Shifts. Next paycheck is gonna be so goddamn sad. It sure as hell won't break $300.

Mehhhhh. Terry and I need to seriously start looking for a place. He has a complex in Stanwood in mind, but it doesn't sound so great and is rife with drug dealers or some shit. But it's only $500-something for two bedrooms. Insane. And it's right in town, so at least my drive to work won't be so bad. Hell, I drive to work from EAST CAMANO like 3 times a week anyway, and it's not too bad.

Yep. Gonna go look at thiiiings.

Mehhhh.

Last night was... interesting. I'll leave it at that.

Got off work earlier than I predicted. Cashed my (NORMAL!) paycheck, got gas 'cause I was almost running on empty, then went to Fred Meyer to see if they carried the first Muse album. They do, but they were out, although they DID have their second album, which I snatched up like a crackfiend. Also finally picked up a visor cd case thing. Headed out to Stanwood early and sat in the Haggen parking lot to wait for Terry to call me and let me know where to pick him up. Headed to the shop at 3:30, picked up muh baybeh, cashed his paycheck, then went and had mexican at this little place in Stanwood. I forget the name. Went across the street to a bar that I also forget the name of and had a few drinks while waiting around for Toby. He never showed. Waited until I was okay to drive, then went back to the house and watched some tv.

This morning Terry and Toby had to go to this job thing, so they left around 9. I lazed in bed for a while watching cartoons and finally made myself get up at like 9:30. Left the island, went to Target for shits and giggles. Picked up a pretty bra that actually fits (I'm officially a 32B now. Great. Now all that money I spent on $20 34B Wonderbras has gone in the shitter.), a new pair of those leopard print flats I had that were destroyed forever ago ON CLEARANCE, the new Smashing Pumpkins and some other random shit. Went home. Yay.

And for the seriousness. There's some shit that has been REALLY bugging me lately. You people need to lay off about my weight loss. Seriously. I'm not fucking unhealthy. I DO still eat. I've been completely steady at the same weight for like two months, and yet everyone keeps giving me shit about it. Sorry you're all so used to me being 140 pounds. Ya know what? THAT was back when I was unemployed and eating all fucking day long and sitting on my ass and not doing much else. Now I'm working full-time at a semi physically demanding job and practically running on stress. When I hit like 100 pounds, THEN you guys can start getting on my ass, okay? I think I fucking look good, and I feel a million times better than I did when I was overweight. I'm not gonna let you people make me feel like shit about this anymore. There's no need for concern. I'm not fucking anorexic. This is just what I look like when I get off my ass and do something.

/end PSA

Other than all that. I'm hoping that Terry and Toby get back home at a decent hour, 'cause I miss him already and I don't wanna sit at home tonight. And I don't work until noon tomorrow. So yay.

"What do I look like, Edward Hammerhands?!?!"

Dr. Tran keeps acting up. I'm not happy.

Terry put oil in it on Sunday before the show 'cause it was pretty low. It was acting up prior to that, but after the oil it went back to normal. Now it's starting to handle weird and just generally feel funny again. Grrrr. Mom and I checked the oil again to see if maybe it had developed a leak, but it was fine. Weird.

But... ugh. One of these days (and I know I'm probably just paranoid...) I'm afraid I'm gonna get off work and not be able to start my car. Or break down on the freeway. OR break down on Camano. UGH. Scary.

Anyhow. Work was good today. Matt and I were pretty productive, even though shipment came TWICE today. Ummm... Guess corporate? Last time I checked, we were done with back-to-school promos. Thanks. Stop with the insane shipment already. We have an assortment of like 300 huge, fluffy winter coats in the back and nowhere to put them 'cause we can only fit 4-5 out of each color on the floor at a time. So stop. Or you people should come in and just buy coats. In abundance.

Things may be changing, though. I'll find out more tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow. I work 5-9. AT NIGHT. What the shit kind of fucked up shift is that? Four fucking hours? Whatever. After work I'm heading straight to the Variety Hoose to... I dunno. Go insane? Then I work 8-5 on Friderday, which is also PAYDERDAY (WITH NO "GARNISHMENTS"!!!!), then afterward I'm heading out to the island to pick up Terry and 'do normal-people stuff'. Heh. Which involves like, dinner and a movie or something. Shit normal people do, I guess. I'm excited. I miss my baby. I miss his FACE.

We had a head-bleaching party tonight. Karina fried the living fuck out of her hair and I did Doom's all spiffy. Heh. His definitely needs another process, though. It's kinda orange-y. I have to do mine this weekend. My roots are looking pretty haggard.

I'ma go paint my nails or groom myself or something.

Muse, etc.

JESUS EFFING CHRIST.

Best show ever. Seriously. The best effing show I've seen so far. There was no goddamn difference between his voice live and in recording. INCREDIBLE. I pretty much just stood there in amazement for like 2 1/2 hours. They played every goddamn song I wanted to hear, except "Falling Away With You". That would have just made me fucking faint, I think.

UNNNGHHH!! SO GOOD!

The drive there sucked, however. The furthest south I've ever driven was Northgate. Never ever driven in Seattle. I was terrified. And I think Terry was pretty effing scared, too. Heh. I almost killed us like three times. Getting OUT was even worse. I remembered the general area of the onramp I wanted, but I didn't get in the right fucking lane, so I just kept on driving up Denny and took a left on 13th, which led us to this weird greenhouse place or something. Got the hell out of there, got on 10th and followed until I remembered another onramp from when Mike, Sarah, Richard and I got lost after theSTART last April. It sounds simple and all, but I was beyond terrified 'cause it was my first time ever having to deal with Seattle driving.

But yeah. Got there pretty early, so we walked down the street to The Funhouse and got shitfaced. Their shots of Jager are insane. If those were trick glasses, I'm fucking impressed, but it sure as hell didn't seem like it, 'cause Terry and I were able to share two of them. Went and sat in their little outdoor/basketball court area and had some interesting conversation for about an hour. Good ol' drunkeness.

The night before... heh. Got off work at 5? I think? Headed out to Camano to meet up with Terry and Little Toby at Dave and Erin's housewarming party. Good times. Much debauchery and exposure of Toby's testicles. Heh!

Bleh. This has been the most scattered fucking blog I've ever written. Ever.

"...spike?"

I think I've found something new to do with my Thursday nights. Yep. Addicted to Sir Variety House (new official name). Got a million videos of everyone doing karaoke and about two million action stills of all the guys playing hacky sack. They're hilarious.

And I so think I'ma get up there and do a song or two next week. Seriously. No one cares if anyone sucks. Plus BRANDON got up and did a song with Joo-staaa. And I was riveted. Heh. They've got a pretty badass selection of songs. I mean... MUSE?!?! ORGY?!?! YAY!

Which reminds me. Muse is on Sunday and I'm so goddamn excited. YESSSS.

Anyhow. Yeah. Before that, Doom came along with me to worky so I could spend my giftcard. And it was glorious. Got some teeny shorty-shorts that actually fit. Proud.

Gotta get to bed. It's late as hell and I have to be up at 6am so I can get to worky by 8. Fwee.

Yeaaahhh.

Monday night- got off work at 9, drove to Terry's and stayed the night. The drive was horrifying though, 'cause I was so goddamn exhausted. Driving 532 whilst attempting to pass out at the wheel? Not a good idea. Woke up at 6:30, drove Terry to worky, came home, passed out for an hour. Lazed about for my birthday. Heh. Mom, Doom and I left to go shopping at like 3-4. Found almost nothing anywhere. Went to Ross and they were cleaned out. As always. Quite literally, racks and racks in the girlie section were empty, with like 2-3 things dangling. That's it. The damn store JUST fucking opened. Went to Kohl's, got a bra that I might have to return ('cause I found a better one yesterday), some badass hurkin' sunglasses with zebra printy... uhh... ear things... and a pretty purple top. Went to Gramma and Grampa's and ate food.

Yesterday I had to be at work at 6am. Glory. It wasn't bad though. Got off at 3, shopped around the outlet mall o' doom. Got a new MAC eyeshadow and a bra. Went to Fred Meyer to pick up me and Terry's Muse tickets (which cost fucking $93 for TWO) and ended up getting the first season of Aqua Teen and Pulp Fiction. Yay. Got stuck at the light on State and 116th on the way to I-5 for like 10 minutes. I dunno what the shit was going on there. Went to Haggen in Stanwood to pick up some BBQ pork for muh baybeh, then finally went to Terry's. Heh. Watched much Aqua Teen and discussed the glory of 'Dumpicorns'. If I could just live inside his brain for one fucking day, I swear to god...

Anyhow. Woke up at 6, took Terry to work, got gas in Arlington, and now here I am. Yay. Might have to stop by work in a few hours to see if our giftcerts came yet. Must. Buy. Clothes. And then later on tonight it looks like I'm going to the Variety House with Doom and all them to laugh at teenagers singing karaoke. And observe hacky sack-ness. Heh.

DRUNKEN VIDEOS!!!

Videos. They have been posted on Youtube for the world to point and laugh at. Yay drunk people.
http://youtube.com/profile?user=xbythethroat
GOOOOO.

Vagfactory.

Full weekend. Special. Good times. Stressful times.

Went over to Terry's on Thursday night, stayed over, woke up and went to work the next morning. Worked 8-5, stopped by the apartment to drop off my last rent money order. For the next month that I'm not even fucking living there. Parked on the street, and on the way to the office, I looked in the carport and saw EVERYTHING I FUCKING OWN IN THERE. I'm talking EV. REE. THING. All my clothes, my dvds, my furniture, entire cd collection, and a bunch of other priceless shit. All outside for anyone to help themselves to. So I dropped the money order off, walked back to my car and brought it around back to grab anything that might be worth stealing. Left Sarah a nice little note. Drove home about 15 mph over the speed limit, death-grip on the steering wheel, teeth clenched with Chimaira blasting. Heh. It's a wonder that I didn't get pulled over. Got home, took a shower, ate some food. Tried my damndest to chill the fuck out. Left eventually to go back to the island. Lots of money blown on gas this weekend. Heh.

Saturday. Woke up at like 9, lazed about a bit, then packed up Napoleon (who left nice drool smears all over my windows, heh) and left to go get smokes in Arlington and then went and did random shit in Marysville until I had to meet with mom and Terry at the apartment to get all my shit. That was fun. Turns out Blue moved in with Sarah. Which is weird, but at least I can get off the lease a whole hell of a lot quicker.

Anyhow. Yeah. Got all my shit, went to this storage place in Smokey Point to rent a unit and move all my shit in. Uneventful. Terry just poked my kidneys a whole lot. For no apparent reason. Heh! After that we decided to make an appearance at John and Jimmy's party. And that... I can't even get into. It was beyond words. There are pictures. AND VIDEOS. They'll be up someday when I can actually afford to get cable set up here. Yep. Started drinking early so I could be sober by the time we had to go. Left around 10-ish, went back to the island, passed the hell out.

This morning. Woke up at 6:54. I was supposed to be at work at 7. HEH! I couldn't even eat an ENGLISH. MUFFIN. So I hauled ass off the island and made it into work at like 7:44. Wewt.

Aaaaand work sucked. I was out on the floor all day long. People were fucking nuts, dropping ice cream cones everywhere. And guess who got to clean it all up? Oh yes. Me. And of course, people don't give a shit that they're not only walking through gooey mess, but they're about to trample the hell out of little old me on my hands and knees cleaning this shit up with paper towels. YAY! Good ol' Canasians on Labor Day weekend.

HEY! MY BIRTHDAY IS ON TUESDAY! I STILL DUNNO WHAT I'M GONNA GO DO!!!!

Okay. I'm getting tired. End.

"I sent you a cup of my blood! Did you get my blood?!?!"

I survived the night/morning AND the drive home! And managed to make a stop at Walmart! PROUD. I needed random things like tweezers, soy protein shake powder, tampoons and the Blades of Glory dvd. Heh.

Work was awkward. And other than that, I got stuck doing shoes allllll night long. It's not that I hate doing them, I actually really like it, but you'd think the second Caitlin came in, they'd switch it over to her 'cause she's the shoe specialist. Nope. Ugh. So I was all terrified that I was gonna mess up her shoe wall. Heh.

Worst. Cramps. Ever.

Mehhhhhhhh.

"COOKIE! What’s up, you crazy bitch?!"

So I ended up falling back asleep for about 7 hours. Yay. The suckage is that I woke up feeling like I was gonna have to be hospitalized. I had the worst migraine EVER and couldn't even really think. Also felt like I was gonna puke up all my innards. One excedrin and half a Monster later, I'm fine. What the hell.

When people ask me about my Monster habit and I tell them that I can't function normally without them, this is what I mean. I'm totally not joking. I go through this all the fucking time.

Sooooo yay. Work in 3 hours. Mom and Terry went to the store to go pick me up some more liquid crack-cocaine and a sangwich. Glee. And now I'm trying to configure a year-long schedule in Outlook for Terry's workywork. It's complicated.

I need a shower eventually. Jebus.

Your facepantsasscrime.

10:30. Awake. What the shit.

I wasn't able to stay up past 3am this morning. This is not good. I am officially gonna die at work tonight. I suppose I can just down about five Monsters and then sleep in my car after work for a few hours. Heh. 'Cause I totally will not be safe on the road. Or someone can come over and hit me in the head with a hammer. That might work.

Guhhhhh.

Butt.

Badass. Mom gave me her debit card and let me buy a car charger and zebra print faceplates for my phone. Yussssss.

Work wasn't bad. Although I'm gonna be in some shit tomorrow 'cause I didn't get done what I was expected to get done 'cause I was pulled out onto the floor to run gobacks for Justin for three hours. Guh.

I wanna go to bed so bad. But I cannot. For I must prepare for the sleep-deppy goodness of tomorrow night. Jesus.

Pantalones.

I need. To bleach muh hurrrrs.

So, today was officially the first time EVER that I've locked my keys in my car. HEH! I usually plop down in my car for about half of my lunch break and immediately toss my keys between my legs. This time I just forgot to pick them back up. Heh. Terry (step-dad) drove all the way to the effing mall to unlock my door with a wire coat hanger. Glee. Made damn sure to go have a copy of my key made at Lowe's on the way home, 'cause I never had a copy to begin with. The copy is now safe with mommy.

Other than that, got a shitload done at work today. Even though we got like 150 boxes in shipment. Ugh. We had like 6-7 people in the stockroom all day. It was good. And since we got so damn much, we're actually gonna do an overnight shift on Wednesday night so we can just process shipment and replenish. I LOVE THESE SHIFTS. So I'm excited. 10pm-7am. Yussss.

Anywho. Doing some laundry and actually sorta grooming myself at the moment. For a change. Heh. Then at 10 I have to leave to pick up the Joo-staaaa 'cause he's closing tonight and has no other way to get home. Weee. Gotta stay up until at least 3am tonight to prepare for the insane sleep-deppy shift of glory. 'Cause I don't work until noon tomorrow. Yay.

Yay. Yay. Woooo. Despite all the shit today, I'm in good spirits. Heh. It's weird.

Ploogh.

Going to Bumbershoot no matter what. Yep. Have to give Sarah my half of rent for the next month I'm not even there to tide her over until she can get someone else on the lease, but I think I'll still be able to swing it.

Yeah. Had a discussion with Donna about the whole situation. As long as I'm on the lease, I'm legally responsible for half of the rent. Unless Sarah agrees to take me off the lease early and replace me with someone else. And we have an agreement that I'll put $350 toward rent and she'll let me off. Yay. Small price to pay, I say.

Called in to work on Friday 'cause that was the only day I could use Grampa's truck and Terry (step-dad Terry) had to request the day off to get my shit out of the apartment. Got all my shit out of the carport (and in the meantime, found a week-dead Mittertails. COVERED IN FLIES. IN A BOX. IN THE CARPORT.), my mattress and boxspring, most of my worldy possessions (except some cds, dvds, dressers, nightstand, my kitchenware and other random shit). Everything is now sitting in Grampa's hangar. And in my car. And in mom's car. Heh.

Fishies are happy on the banquet in the dining room. Yay. I've always wanted to put them there. It's so pretty. They seemed to take the move well, but I noticed I'm missing a loach. SAD. I think Muddy ate him :'(

Having to transport fish is the worst thing ever, let me tell you. Especially when you're driving and they're YOUR babies. I was driving like such an effing Grandma.

Drove to the island last night, spent the night with Terry, woke up at 8:30 and drove to work. I HATE THAT. I never ever want to leave and he gives me this sad face. GUH!

Work at 8am tomorrow. Joy. At least the stockroom is clean. For now. Never seems to last long, but I enjoy it while it's grood.

I need to go to bed. Ugh.

OH! Since I wasn't near a computer all day yesterday--

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DON-FACE!