Eventfulness. Yay.

So last night after work I got home and had a minor mental breakdown. Apparently, it was 'ridiculous'. Mmmhmmm. So I had Trevpants come pick me up on his way from Chris' sister's house or something to Brett's. Got shitty fucking drunk. I needed it so badly. Quite literally lost consciousness around 4am. Woke up at 1:30-ish and freaked out for a second 'cause I was on a strange couch instead of in my bed. Heh. Hung around for a while while everyone was still sleeping, then got bored and irritated and decided to walk to mom's work so I could go home with her. Took me almost exactly 50 minutes to walk from 112th just east of Evergreen to Everett Mall Way and 7th with one stop at the Walgreens for a Monstewww and a Snickers. Heh. In blistering heat. So. Went home with mom, watched Seven and 12 Monkeys while scarfing down food to try and quiet my gnarly hangover. It worked a little. Heh. Still eating. I bet I've eaten more food today than I have in the entire last month. Which is sad, to say the least.

Ummmm. I should go smoke and take a shower and do some laundry. ALL AT ONCE. Or something.

OOOOO! I just pre-ordered Ciao, Baby. YUSSSSSS. I should have it in my hot little hands next Tuesday. I'm excited.

HERE COMES! DR. TRAN!

Yay. Went over to Gramma and Grampa's last night for memorial day foodings. Stuffed my face like a starving ethiopian kid as soon as I walked in the door. Heh. Then Grampa hands me this adorable plush dog and says, "We got you a dog since you can't have dogs in your apartment." So he's adorable and I'm fawning over him and whatnot, and then someone says to look at his collar. There's a car key attached to it. I flip the fuck out.

"WHERE IS IT?!?!"

Go out back, and there's my very own white '95 Geo Metro sedan. So I go back inside to grab my permit and mom and I were off driving around Granite Falls. Heh! It's so goddamn nice. Totally clean interior. Drives so nicely. The only thing is that it has no radio or cd player or anything, but we might take the cd player out of the Summit and put it in my car. Gleeeee!

I named it Dr. Tran. Yussssss. And I'm looking into SERIOUSLY getting my license now that I have a car that won't break down every two seconds. Plus it gets like 35 mpg. It's glorious.

And just a side note: I'm not a spoiled brat, you guys. Grampa bought me this car with the money that he got for my Sentra. I just seriously wasn't expecting him to find me a new car so effing soon.

I'm heppeh.

Anyhow. Gotta go get dressed for workypoos.

"Holy go-backs, Batman!"

Heh.

I feel like I worked for a week. In a nine hour shift. Yeessss. It was nuts today 'cause of the whole memorial weekend sidewalk sale shit. We didn't participate in that, but fuck! There were so many goddamn people outside. I blame the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory for that, selling their glorious chocolate dipped frozen bananas outside. I loves them though. They keep us cracked out on taurine. Glee. But jesus, it was so fucking bad in our store after close that I spent the next two hours just recovering clearance. More specifically, folding down the clearance table. Goddamn savages in this town.

Terry and co. were supposed to come hang out tonight, but that fell through. Sad. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm going to live in these jeans forever. It is decided.

I'm almost out of smokes. Effing eff.

Work 10-7 tomorrow. Ugh. How I long for Wednesday.

PANTS! (Literally!)

Got paid today but couldn't get to the bank on time. Sad. So I borrowed some monies from Sarah to get the most amazing jeans ever. They're retail (as opposed to factory, which is what our store is), and normally sell for $120, but we have sizes 24-27 (which is 3-6) of them in our store for $40. Yuhhhh. They're so goddamn good. Yay for getting Guess Retail in shipment every once in a while.

The entire stockroom is basically being renovated. It's gonna be good. It's so fucking clean now. Even though we're still running dangerously low on bottom hangers, we've gotten it even cleaner than it was before we were the stock peoples.

Took the bus home, saw Randy walking away from Pawn X-change, had every intention of running after him after I got off the bus, but he disappeared. Heh. Got home, cleaned up a bit, talked to Sir Asspants on teh phone for approximately 25 minutes, then sat on my ass forever. Heh.

Work 2-close tomorrow. Joy.

Who needs an effing shower? And drink(s)? MEEEE!!! Heh.

Peynts.

So that was fun. This morning I decided to hit the snooze button until around 7:20-ish. Finally realized how badly I fucked myself, got up, threw on some pants and started walking toward 88th by Haggen to catch the 222 after it came back around. Speed walked to the intersection, and OF COURSE, right as I get there, the bus is getting ready to turn right onto 88th. So I fucking hauled ass across the street and started running toward the bus stop. Luckily, the driver is super nice and just picked me up off the side of the road. Heh. So I was only ten minutes late this morning. For a change.

Yeah. Much fun arranging clearance shoes on the banquet tables for 30 minutes this morning. I always make it so pretty and size and categorize EVERYTHING, and then by the time I go out for my hour, it's destroyed. Fucking UGH. COME ONE, COME ALL TO SEATTLE PREMIUM OUTLETS AND FUCK UP BRE'S HARD WORK. Thank you, drive through. Ya know, I even kept these crime-inals in mind and arranged the shoes so minimal digging would be required. BUT NO.

You know what sucks? Working seven days in a row. I didn't even realize until just now that today was day two of the seven-day evilness. Jeebus.

Anyhow. Got off work, had a talk with Sarah, met up with Harley and the two of us went to Kimchi's for dinner. YAY. Got home, cleaned the shit out of the apartment (cleaned the catbox, took out the trash, cleaned out the nasty-ass ashtray outside, took the Febreze to every inch of the place, picked up the living room, vacuumed, and did laundry. WEWT.) and I've pretty much been lounging around ever since. Gotta go have my last smoke for the night and gotobed. Wee. Hopefully I'll actually be able to SLEEP tonight.

ACK.

Hi! Hi. Hi?

It's almost 2am. I CANNOT FUCKING SLEEP. I have work at 8am. That means I have to wake up at 6am to have enough time to get ready and catch the bus at 7:19-ish. WOOOOO!!!

Mike seems to have gone insane. It's highly entertaining to all those involved.

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!"

Heh.

Payday on Friday. That means I get to buy a new pair of jeans from workypoos. OH JOY. 'Jeans' are my new 'panties'. Heh. And then I getta buy bleach. And cd-rs. And stuffs.

"AHHHHHH DUHWANNABEHH ANYTHEEENNNOTHERTHAANNN WHATIBEENTRAAHHNUHBEHHHLATELEHHHH!!!"

Goddamn. If only you guys were here. It's comedic GENIUS, I tells ye. Ever since he brought that effing show over, I crack up every time they play that fucking song outside of work at the outlet mall.

If by some miracle I can pass out right now, I'll get four hours of sleep. NON-SUFFICIENT FUNDS!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhh needasmokie.

Groogh.

Day off. Woke up at 2pm. Heh.

I'm effing bored and lonely and I don't think anyone's receiving my texts. Sad.

Cleaned hoose. Downloading a shit-ton of musics. As always. Woooo.

Fuck.

Worky ramble.

UGH. I was on the floor all day today except for the hour I was in the stockroom cleaning shit up. And that didn't even make any difference in the end. Gnar.

The store was so goddamn demolished by 9 that I can't fucking BELIEVE we got it all cleaned up by 11. AMAZING. Stupid canadian holidays. Half the effing shoe wall was on the floor. It was sickening.

Yeah. Work tomorrow. Noon to close. Then TWO DAYS OFF IN A ROW. FUCK YES. I'm excited.

I need to go to bed soon. Yep.

DRUUUUUUBKJ!!!!

I cannot stop myself. From posting blogs today. Yes.

I forgot what I was gonna ramble about. Ummm...

OH YEAH! I'm totally dyeing my hair copper. The brown parts. Soon. It has been decided. Yep.

Ummm... HELLO?!?! SOMEONE CUDDLE ME.

DRUBK!!1one

Mike, Jessie and I so just went to Safeway all drunk 'n' shit and bought tp and pudding and bananas. It was awesome. Now I'm downloading an ass-ton of Prince 'cause I just rock face like that.

FOOOOOM.

YOU!

Oh. And this just in: I need a new cuddle buddy. Yep. Inquire within.

You guys are lucky I'm shitfaced right now. Heh.

MUH OLD BABEH!

I found Nudie Magazine Day!!!1one on Craigslist. ALREADY. We JUST effing sold it. HEH!!!! So if you wanna drive in something knowing that my ass has driven it approximately 15 times, go buy it for $500. Which it's not even worth. HEH!!!

http://seattle.craigslist.org/sno/car/332248708.html



So funny.